It is quite unbelievable how fast Time flies.
The way she glides across the ripples of life,
Offering a glimpse that speaks into eternity.
The way she hurries not yet waits not.
Life seems cumbersome in light of Time.
Slow, deliberate, wishful, thankful,
Yet they are two of the same;
Both substance and might;
Both phantom and flight.
Before we realise
Both will be gone
Before we surmise,
Both be reborn.