time is a bridge
built on stone and clay
arched above
a flowing stream...
murmuring minutes
gossiping hours
taking a life to cross
or to drawn
into turbulence.

time is a gate
locked on steel
watchdog
incarcerates my pounding heart
does it beat,
or it's the tedious ticking
of time?
tormentor
wrinkles is to vanities
gray hair is to wisdom
your absence is to hell.