Just the time / by Crisastemis

 
Just the time... 
 
The time, can erase 

the traces of a deep love,
Time does not hide 

among unseen waves,
He cannot be corrupted, 

he don't wanna be helped
Even if sometimes 

his wings are broken.

The time, he don't stay

 behind invisible 

armored doors,
Among strange 

echoes or distant noises,
Time travels anywhere, 

he step over everything
Without asking us why, 
without to tell us something.
 
Just the time can disappear
As a breeze, but we 

can do nothing.
The time, keeps us 

on the needles,
We have wrinkles, 

but new seconds,
New minutes, 

are born continuously.

Time does not get cold,
He does not want 

to freeze or to be thaw,
In the winter, 

does not want to drink
A coffee or a hot tea.
Time have a good memory,
He can take revenge 

if something is wrong.

The time can be 

in my favor or yours
But he can't stay 

in the same place,
Sometimes it brings us luck,
Other times, keeps us prisoners
Until the snow 

of sadness can be melt.

Time is very serious, 

but little rigid,
He don't like any gambling,
He make good his job,
To help the life go on... somehow.

Time can heal our wounds
If we'll believe 

in the beauty of dreams,
The hope must never die,
However, 

time does not forgive us.

Just the time can measure
the sand from hourglass,
Man is like a caterpillar
In the fight with destiny,
In front of the hardships of life.

Our youth, 

flew on wings of time,
Our years, they pass 

with every season,
Sometimes we abandon 

a little war.
We're naked,

 like some trees 

without leaves,
We must fight 

with ego's storms,
We must cross over 

suffering and sighings
Without to fall into 

the trapp of disappointment.

The moments of happiness 

disappear too quickly,
My tears, were often

 like the beads,
The tears of other people 

maybe have dried out
When they thought 

that time was stopped.

Did I dream? 

Of course not, everything is true,
The clock of life is ringing constantly,
The pendulum has not broken,
The time, it has not forgotten us!

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From the Volume - The Arrows of Love