time is not distance

to the heart

to the mind

time is yesterday,

time is tomorrow

time is now

but it is never far

never away

all the things we were

ashl the ones we’ve known,

they’re right here

right now

forever… all the time

my ancient lover
lays slumbering in my breast
too comfortable for my own good;
she resists the images of the day
both memory and the scents
of a world gone mad and yet unchanged;
until like a corpse preserved in the moors
she drifts to the surface of my mind,
leans in close and whispers –

“write”

and i obey

this pendulum,
winter’s cold, iron arm
has swung into the deeper places
where the light seldom shines
and now it has stopped…
like a heart between beats
and we are caught breathless
in icebourne, crisp anticipation
waiting for the withering end
or the great slow turn
toward a brighter day
toward a warmer day
where we understand the words

“behold, i am making all things new!”