Friday, November 10, 2006

Time



Time is passing, I find myself gripping my life tighter and tighter. I hold my dreams in the palm of my right hand, protecting them from the winds of life. They flow through my hands like grains of sand. They trickle down first one then another and another. I hold them in a tight embrace.

Please don't take them from me now God. I run after them in the trail of wind as they float into a distant oblivion. I stand watching my smiles and hopes get carried off. I smell the scent of a thousand broken promises drifting away. Why are the grains of my life marching to the meter of a quickening clock? Hours they pass like minutes, minutes pass like seconds and soon my hand feels empty.

My heart pounds and with tear streaked eyes I slowly open my hand. There in the middle of my palm, rested one last beautiful dream. I remember now that dream I had as a child. It was unimportant then, forgotten so long ago. There lay the shadow of a faded image, a memory of an idea long discarded.

For some reason it stayed there in my hand. You see this one dream was the beginning of my life, it was the dream of hope. All the others were not important anymore, but this one would stay within my heart forever. I know that someone out there will catch one of my countless other dreams. But this one I will keep for my very own.....

Angel Feathers Tickle Me


13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Time is always passing yet seems to stand still if you so desire...I so desire that it stand still because it seems that when I ask it to speed up it only gets ahead of me and then comes back to slap me in the face, what's new and who's got the key...? I do I do...

Later Angel...

Shahrzad said...

hi dear friend,

Yes, time is passing and do not care about our wishes and hopes, but it's always great that we stick to Hope.

EA Monroe said...

Desires and Dreams have flown...
High off a rock
Soft white greeting midnight
Desires and Dreams have flown...

Hope you are having a blissful day, Angel Feathers Tickle Me.

Anonymous said...

bad bad bad....

Josie said...

That's so beautiful. I often feel that way too. Time flies. Where does it go?

You have a gorgeous blog.

Josie

Anonymous said...

Oh, what a beautiful blog you have but yet to pay the one who helped make it for you, hahahahaheheehehe, you got to laugh a lil' and come and see me, silly......NOW....!!!!!

Bye...

Korkuss said...

I believe in magic... I believe in you...

Anonymous said...

Time is only a construct. What is important are the seconds between the seconds.
Peace

Anonymous said...

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, it's too much, it's too little, it's all over....Can we do it again...?

Angel Feathers Tickle Me said...

Let's do it again Blu

Anonymous said...

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, it's too much, it's too little, it's all over....Can we do it again...?

That was fun, again, again, again......It's time to go nite nite...

Annelisa said...

Beautiful words as always. And the meaning... I can understand. I hope that dream you've got held tight in your hand and heart is one that's also with you in reality.

Anonymous said...

Hope is all we have.

Assalam