When do we awake?
Where do we sleep?
For when we sleep,
Hours are but
seconds,
And when we awake,
Moments turn to
hours,
So is time measured,
As we measure
distance?
For a mile is a mile,
How often traveled,
Yet distance is
arbitrary,
In considering time,
Our view is in
relation,
To the rhythm of the
Earth,
As the sun falls and
rises,
While we travel round
her,
Our view is an
illusion,
Obscured by entropy,
As we measure decay,
In our world and in
us,
For life is like a
room,
We can see the wall
before us,
Yet by looking
through the window,
The whole room is
seen at once,
If God is looking in
on time,
He sees our free will
actions,
Long before we decide
to act,
Knowing the true
beauty of living,
Paints a picture
without end,
So behold the young
lady,
Standing before you
in beauty,
When sixty years pass
by,
Has her beauty really
changed?
She stands as lovely
as always,
Yet to see past time’s
illusion,
Takes the power of
vision,
That is only in the
heart,
Which sees life
clearly,
For all of our lives
are one,
Which is a truth so
easily seen,
As one life effects
another,
Whom travels beyond
the shore,
For behold the
English farmer,
Loved within his
village,
He touched his son
with life,
Who then took it
forth to others,
Reaching many more in
music,
The many affect each
other,
Along with influence
of others,
And the others who
lived before,
Have never really
departed,
Though entropy’s
illusion,
Will hide their faces
from us,
Sons touched by
grandfathers,
Daughters with their
mothers fire,
As King David felt
Joseph’s heart,
Joseph feeling Adam
and Eve,
Adam and Eve still
feel God.
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