Time goes galloping, galloping on
I hear its hooves on the cobbles
Rattling away in my ageing bones
Its rhythm perhaps a shade slower
Than it was this time last year
But steadily beating, beating still
And I surely know time will end
Its journey with a slight hiccup
A feather-like lightening inside
So suddenly and so subtely felt
As it finally comes home to rest
Time measured by the beats of my heart
Started inside a mother's closed womb
A consistant manifestation
Of Natures own clock ticking away
Counting off the imaginary eons.

© Griffonner 2025