Dance of time

Time-the river that is never asleep-

Flows on, bends in its course; it keeps,

Something there unseen is ever near it, whispers in a soft

LOUD TONE CLEAR.

From the previous moments to future days,

Time paints a course-a life of ways.

Then the seconds disappear with hours that sprint,

Each forming reminiscence upon which to comment.

It changes silently, the moments flying now slow,

Continuous rhythm known in every knoll,

It twirls the wheel, it flips the tide,

No refuge found, no place to hide.

The past, a shadow long and deep,

A garden where old secrets sleep.

Its echoes hum in whispered song,

A tale of where we’ve been so long.

Yet time, with mercy, heals the wound,

It lets the bitter sorrow swoon.

And though the years may leave their mark,

Time lights the way, a steady spark.

The present, now, it hums so bright,

A fleeting flame, a fleeting light.

In every breath, it sings its tune,

A song that ends too soon, too soon.

It asks us gently to embrace

The beauty found in every trace—

Of moments shared, of laughter loud,

Of dreams that rise and hearts unbowed.

But oh, how quickly do they fade,

The moments that we’ve always made.

The laughter turns to silence deep,

And memories drift off to sleep.

Then comes the future, just ahead,

A canvas blank, a road to tread.

We follow its voice, we reach for its hand,

Yet never know exactly where we'll land.

Time, the thief, the friend,

It gives and takes, yet will not bend.

It brings us joy, it brings us tears,

A silent witness to all our fears.

The years slip by soft and fast,

A flowing river that's never past.

It shapes our heart, it molds the mind,

Leaves no stone, leaves no mark behind.

The clocks they tick, the bells they chime,

Each second echoes, lost in time.

But within its dance, we learn to find

The reason of what life designed.

For time, though flighty, does teach us,

To live the moment, cherish thus.

To love, to dream, to feel, to grow,

For time will come, and time will go.

The past, the present, and the near,

All dancing together, without fear.

And within their steps, we learn to see,

That time's real gift is to simply be.

So let it go, let it flow,

Tell the tale as it is told.

For though it slips from our grasp so tight,

Time, in its essence, will stand in light.

And when it's all over and done,

The running race, the hectic run,

The setting sun,

We shall find that time, unalloyed and wide,

Was never wasted, was our guide. And as evening descends upon days of old,

The stars above start whispering.

They tell the time, the nights, the years,

A silent record of our terrors.

But in their light, we see the truth,

That time is the old and the youth.

It dances on, both slow and fast,

A reminder that we are never last.

For every dawn that paints the sky,

Each lived moment shall surely fly.

Yet in its flight, it leaves behind

A legacy, a pathway, a sign.

The ticking clocks, the ringing bells,

They tell the tales that time would tell.

A brief passage, and yet wide,

A journey with no place to hide.

And in our heart, time plants its seed,

It grows with every word we need.

It molds the soul and shapes the fears,

It nurtures love through passing years.

The future waits with a whisper soft,

A promise carried from aloft.

We reach for it, we yearn, we strive,

Living through as time moves along.

But know this, the truth that shines so bright,

Time is beautiful in flight.

For though it moves, both near and far,

It leaves its mark in every star.

The moments lost, the moments gained,

Are pieces that can't be restrained.

For every tear, for every smile,

Time's touch remains, if just for awhile.

In every glance, in every breath,

We feel its pulse, its dance, its depth.

It gives us life, it takes its toll,

It weaves a story for the soul.

So let it flow, both wild and free,

This time, a dance in time, the boundless sea,

Where in the aftermath, we come to realize,

A pure and kind, an eternal truth,

That time is not a rival that we are afraid of.

Instead, it's the companion, which is ever so close,

Who educates us, who gives us the option to grow up,

And on his lap, we learn something new.

Life may be brief but full, huge,

A brief voyage, hand in hand.

Time, in truth, will forever be

Silent guide that shall unlock our chains. And when once more the night and day

Are intertwined, then Time swings wide

His infinite door. The hours run,

Yet still they stay-a whispering line

That leads us through.

We chase our dreams that seem so fast,

Yet time, beyond our reach, will pass.

It flows, and twists, an eddying stream,

That dances us along our dream.

The past, the present, merge as one,

As rivers flow where the sun is won.

They flow together, side by side,

A journey wherein we cannot hide.

In every pause, in every breath,

We find the traces of our depth.

Time molds our hearts with gentle hands,

It guides us through both storm and sands.

And though it flies, both swift and sure,

It leaves behind a heart that's pure.

For in its wake, we come to see,

That time's true gift is simply free.

Free to love, to laugh, to grow,

To feel the ebb, the pull, the flow.

For in each moment, wide and deep,

Time's gentle hand, we always keep.

The seasons turn, the years unfold,

A story written, young and old.

In every page, in every line,

We find the truth, both yours and mine.

For time, though fleeing, is a guide,

That helps us walk through life's wide tide.

With every step, with every sigh,

It shows us how to live, to fly.

And when the final shadows fall,

When all is still, and we recall,

We'll see that time was never lost,

But shaped our hearts at every cost.

For every beat of heart, every tear,

Every whisper we hold dear,

Weaves a tale of time, pure and wide,

Testimony of the great ride.

So let us walk this path with grace,

And cherish each and every space,

For within the dance of the embracing time,

We find our purpose, our true place. As morning breaks soft with shades of gold,

Time whispers tales both new and old.

It stretches wide yet goes so fast,

A fleeing moment yet so vast.

Deep in the valleys and high up mountains,

Time beholds as life unravels its fountains.

It bends and twists but does not stop,

A river not deserting its drop.

At every smile and every sigh,

In all that we trust, it casts.

The love, the loss, the joy, the pain,

Time holds it all, like gentle rain.

It washes over, it leaves its trace,

In every wrinkle on a face.

In every tear, in every smile,

Time paints its masterpiece in style.

It grants us wisdom, gifts of grace,

Yet takes away, it leaves no trace.

But in its passing, we are shown,

That life's true beauty is unknown.

For in each second, in each breath,

Time teaches us life and death.

It asks us politely to be still,

To chase our dreams, to bend our will.

The future waits, but we must learn

To let the present slowly turn.

For in the now, we find our way,

In time's embrace, we live today.

And when the night begins to fall,

When stars shine bright and moonlight calls,

We'll know that time, in all its grace,

Has led us to our rightful place.

For in the end, what we've become,

Is carved by time and all it's done.

A story etched in light and shade,

A journey we will never trade.

So let us honor every day,

The moments that so quickly stray.

For time, though fleeting, is our guide,

A constant force that's by our side.

With every step, with every breath,

We dance with time, defying death.

And in its rhythm, pure and wide,

We find our truth, we cannot hide.

Time, keeper of our dreams,

It molds our lives in gentle streams.

With every passing hour and tide,

We find our purpose, we find our stride.

And when the final day shall come,

We know time will lead the way.

For time is not the end, you see,

It's where our hearts are meant to be.