Dance Of Time
What is time but a dancer
etching itself in all forms of shapes,
moving in and out of itself.
A birth is a glimpse of time
for better or worse,
it comes and goes
before and after.
Across the divide of perception
we can will and better ourselves,
letting our feet dance the lights of ice
or leap mountains as big as our dreams.
The other side always changes,
manifesting itself as permanent
until time moves to another rhythm,
another step within the long line of eternity.
© K.S. Brown 05/08/2024
