Across the gulf of time
our tears stream
to fill the hole
the hollow spaces
of this life
are we men
women
children
are we sons and daughters
people adrift at sea
almost alone
Across the gulf of time
I extend myself
my hand, my arm
hoping to meet you
somewhere in the distance
in that space called time.
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Your reflections on time are nicely explained in the poetry!
thanks Christy, I’m glad you like it.
Melissa, that is so beautifully said. And the prompt images enhance it. Kudos! Hugs 🙂
love the pictures you put with this. They are striking and add to the imagery you had already painted in my head.