My Muse
Time is my museIt is a river
that comforts and carries and
makes my soul crazy!
I ask the current to take my mind
into the past
along its banks old memories beckon
like lush trees that offer shade and relief
from the heat of the present
they are a forest
filled with thoughts and images,
passion and fears
and a constant whisper:
“Surrender”
but in a forest
one can easily lose their way
for the past is not something
that you can long hold
and Time’s pull, like a river
you cannot control
indeed the future is born
a new creation takes shape
when the past is wed to the present
it is the light
that plays on the landscape
as the Sun passes high overhead
this laughter was captured by Itchiku Kubota
on the canvas of a kimono
Time plays with the colors
of the landscape of my life
The moments are iridescent hues
that I capture as sorrow and regret
laughter and longing
in rows of muddled prose
from these
Time gently pulls me…
So I close my eyes
and let the river carry me home
Copyright ©2009 Anthony Hall
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