photo-2-1So, time, I’m waiting for you to pass me by.
As you do all fathers and mothers.

I dream – peace offerings smouldering in open ground.
Fires burning into the air, warming bodies, with their exquisite light.
Shadows, bending in love’s embrace.
Simple, plain. No method, no plan, no loss of what to do (either).

In autumn, I cry impatient tears
and wait for you, time…to pass,
watching fires hug the open air,
with fleeting golden arms.