Celestial Time

They say time is grace.
Others say she is a disgrace.
Her hair grows long with time.

And when a new opportunity comes,she trims it.
And life moves on.
They say she is cold and cruel.

For she doesn’t give us endless minutes.
Never endless moments.
Untill you realize,and you grow old and die.

But time makes sure anyway you fly.
In the night sky when stars arise.
And time passes quickly in sleepy nights.

Time is not a person that is always in one place.
They say one moment she stays in nature.
Away from any danger.

The next ,a different place.
They say she stays in a childhood school of kids.
The next,she stands in front of her screen.

And she writes all she’s been.
Time,they say she is a celestial goddess.
It gives us hope.

But also helplessness develop overtime.
Time tries her best to heal and rhyme.
But it doesn’t always turn out fine.

Maybe she has golden,shiny locks.
And blue ember eyes.
She has a long white gown with sleeves.

Covering her form and thighs.
They say she is cruel.
Others say she is kind and polite.

She helps you rest up in the dark,lonely night.
For even if you live far way.
She’ll find you and watch over you over the day.

Time is often stressful.
Or feels slow.
At times we feel high or low.

They say time helps things make sense.
Or even make amends.
Time will gently take your hands.

And the two of you begin to dance.
They say,wih time you will find a fish in the sea.
And develop a romance.

If you just give time a chance.
Come on now,please don’t cry.
Time feels fast as of late,don’t know why.

It’s like she is always in a rush.
She would never kick or push.
But time isn’t endless.

As her glow softly dims.
And she slowly vanishes into a thousand butterflies.
All in different colors.

Different odors.
For it’s not her faults he was made that way.
Time passes and kids play.

But we never forget such a lovely day.