It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
Wishing away as it goes.
Present and past,
Fleeting and fast.
It whispers in the wind,
To the oceans and back again.
It echoes of battle cries
Where the red rivers once rose.
Under moonlit skies,
It witnessed the first breath and ashes last cast.
It heals the broken and bruised,
Has been abused and misused.
Infinite and untamed,
Only time will remain.
Crystal, really enjoyed the thoughtfulness of this poem. Gave me much to consider about time. Great job! Brought to mind a silly thought I once had: "Can the hands of a clock grasp the...
Only Time Will Remain
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2019 with permission of the Author.
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