SECONDS, HOURS, MONTHS AND YEARS

Reverse footsteps on the yellow passageway,

Starry nights, walls antique;

Unforgettable was the blessed day

When benediction showered

Over lands dry and barren.

Exquisite and pure, that breeze of aroma,

Swaying the trees to music unvoiced;

Embrace for all, the good and the evil;

Oh so mesmerizing! Oh so heavenly!

A lonesome heart among the many,

Blossoming like a flower in glee,

Dancing with the swaying trees,

Ecstatic beyond skies of reach.

Change is truth, say the wise and the brave;

Why then, the battle? Why then, unrest?

Failing words attempt to narrate

A story long gone and withered away.

Ticking and nurturing, the hands of time,

Fragrant crumples in a corner unseen,

Pot pourri of frozen melody;

But the trees, they are swaying still;

Who stops the breeze? It is blowing still!