I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

No one,
sees the light go out...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change...

Pyrite smiles and angel's eyes
unwary innocents ensnared...

Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...