STREAMS IN TIME

I am a stream in time..

a millenia

Rushing down a mountain of reality..

Gathering strength,

As I run rapids of raging moments..

Picking up leaves and twigs of memories,

And I crash and break against each bank..

Changing life events..

Epic in their impacts.

I am seismic..

A pebble tossed into an ocean on a whim..

Creating ripples..

reaching me subtly,

Stopping time in my reality..

While I ponder the direction I deem fit.

I am flotsam,

Detritus by name..

The very ground upon which history trods..

Remainders..

Left by the bold...

and the dead.

I am their God!

One of many streams..

All bow down to me in time..

As I gather men, women, children..

The very stars clutched to my bosom.

Peace