Time Out

Time,
Cast away
Like some unwanted weed
Wasted
Uselessly spent
Rather than plant a seed

Futures
Innocently corrupted
By a past falsely lived
Words
Thrown as daggers
To kill a possible dream

Hope
Windborne feedom
Carrying new life to sow
Dreams
Coming true
That might else have withered

Fullfilment
New meaning
Within a city named
Music
A fertile soil
In which a seed might grow

Time
Recovered
A weed is but a wild flower
Wanted
Nature's reliability
Here when all else has gone

Terry Rhiannyr
May, 2012