Time. Hours - and days. Months - and years. Mysterious time. It’s either a voyage or a stop.
Treacherous time. And precious. To you?
Today time is different than before. Time is too much or too little. Never enough. Yesterday time was not right. Today time is not wrong.
Now we end time with three. . . Before it was a - Time never ends before tomorrow.
And moments spend with value, with people you love, drift away so swiftly. Too soon, you think.
Life is not a candle, though how consoling it would be. To learn how to let these moments shine so vivid and pure before your eyes, your heart, spirit, and soul. To faintly let them burn and then - away.
Waves. Eternity - and movement. Balance - and breaths. Harmonic waves. It’s beyond life and death. Peaceful waves. And overwhelming. To you?
In this moment waves never stays the same as before. Always moving back or forth. Never still.
Reflecting upon time and space, waves never deceives you. They tell a truth not for us to comprehend. Never to capture the moment in time when the waves are upon you.
And yesterday they were not.
A soul is but a wave in your body, so natural, innocent, and fragile. I don’t believe, you say.
And emotions made from distant, faint memories then become waves upon a shore. Elves you never can
find. Left behind you are alone. Alone to remember a loss, every time a candle is shining or a wave swiftly comes forth and then - away.
