Measure of Time
minutes pass...hours...days
just how does one measure time
by the beats of a lonely heart
or the rhythm of each years
passing rhyme...
past memories trace
the sun-dials changing face
dreams are embraced
by shades of sorrows grace
and like the grains of sand
in the hour glass
what measure is there
that time has passed
increments of shifting sunlight
one by one the stars at night
a sunflower that moves with the sun
another creeping midnight
when day is done...
what measures then the passage of time
sunlit smiles and shadows combined
events not always of our making
borrowed minutes not ours for the taking
the echo of a thousand hearts breaking
birth...death...life in between
don't measure time by faded dreams....
sharonlee©
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