Across the Times

Published August 26, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

2013-08-25 13.25.26

There was a king adorned with jewels,

Young and handsome, an age of merely thirteen;

He walked the garden yards

And singled out red rose’s blooms,

Not the yellow, pink or white,

Only red roses, and only the blooms;

He played with trick kites, flying helicopters, and

Wooden blocks—building castles, islands, and towers in the sky;

He rode his bike, steering the wheels, staying in the boundaries,

Every day, up and down, up and down the pebbled paths

And slightly rolling hills;

Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock,

But for him—he kept no time;

Sitting quiet, sitting still, he reads his verse,

One line, the next line, one line at a time,

And with the final word read, he wonders a great deal—

About being born, about how to live,

And death that comes across the times;

An elegant sunset, and changing of the light,

He runs across the lawn for his telescope,

And maybe, just maybe, he might eat a little cantaloupe;

Feet in flight, and much to his delight,

A wish to greet the evening stars came true,

He gazes into the nighttime sky,

He does not even question as to why—

Whoosh—his day did disappear,

And time did fly.

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