Meditations on time:

He wanders through time’s corridors,

Not sure what era it is right now,

Whilst all I can do is watch borders,

Waiting, waiting until the state allows.

Time has become loose for him,

Flowing seamlessly in both directions,

The photos show he has lost his vim,

Not likely now to have a resurrection.

I have now lost the chance to learn more

Of this always enigmatic man to me.

My heart breaks for the best man I know,

That he must be trapped in the dark,

Not knowing why he is not home.

Time has delivered him this godawful blow,

This his future, it is writ now, and it is stark.

If only I were a lark,

I would fly to him now.

All I want is to be by his side,

To show him love at the end,

As time runs down on his ride,

My strength I will happily lend,

To the man who begat me,

Once upon a time in the black sand.

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Please read the companion piece Daughter: I believe in time

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As originally published by Spoonie Magazine