time...

i keep her in the glass...
and as she does pass
from one to another
in the wind of change a feather
caught floats so free...
i watch her pass in glee...
a steady flow in pink...
a dream transient i drink...
and am reborn
every day's morn
and i die
with every evening's sigh...
time...
i watch her pass in pink ...
the stream from which i drink
the ambrosia of life...
for me in shapes numerous arrives...
both at the beginning and at the end
both in straight lines and curves that bend
time...
i keep her in books...pages...leaves
in seesaws...waves...walls and sieves...
in roads...streets...ferris wheels...
in charcoal flame fabulous steaks
in humming birds' too fast flaps...
in water flowing from roadside taps...
in buses...taxis...audis and alloy covers...
in spontaneous kisses of young lovers...
in flyovers- a few jam free stretches...
in the old man's hanging breeches...
in plaits visible on the skirts...
in the fairs of curio things and the city marts...
in sun rays reflected by the facade of glass...
time...
a dream i drink every moment passed...