Time - January 2024
I just found the time, a sliver thin,
A moonbeam caught in a mason jar.
It winked and danced, a precious gem,
A stolen hour from the busy star.
It wasn't lost, but tucked away,
In pockets stitched with hurried days.
Behind the clock, beneath the rush,
Where whispers hide in hushed-up ways.
I cupped it close, this fragile prize,
And felt the world begin to slow.
The ticking ceased, the minutes hushed,
As seeds of peace began to grow.
I breathed it in, this stolen time,
And let it mend my ragged soul.
I painted dreams in shades of dawn,
And watched them on the canvas roll.
I wrote in starlight, whispered rhyme,
And built a castle in the sand.
I danced with shadows, laughed with rhyme,
In this new world at my command.
The sliver stretched, a silken thread,
It wove a cloak to shield from strife.
A sanctuary for weary hearts,
A haven built on stolen life.
I'll keep it close, this precious time,
A secret whispered in the breeze.
And though the world may rush and spin,
My stolen hour brings me ease.
So if you search, with gentle hand,
In corners dim, where shadows play,
You might just find, in grains of sand,
A sliver bright, to steal away.
Paul, you have expressed the feelings most musicians I know and have known truly feel. You captured it. You write from your soul — it is truly magical.
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