Healings of Time

As flowers fall from sycamore trees

And hope concludes in learning,

We won’t forget the times, now past,

And answers we are yearning.

Forget today. Forget tomorrow,

Among the waves torrential.

We will become what we believe

And recognize potential.

The grays will come in wisdom’s years

With lines to etch the face.

To breathe forgiveness in a soul.

To accept and love with grace.

The clocks forget to stop awhile

To let us have our moments.

But time does stop within a kiss

And our future lies in omens.

For if we see and do believe

Our future becomes stars

To man our way, the way we say,

And bandage up our scars.