When We Think About Time

A certain reminder brings us home
To a sweet recall,
An autumn settling of the final descent
A cool chill suggests warmth
Is now a commodity in evening silence

Do we always imagine what comes next
In order to find our way,
To see there is a reason to hope
An understanding of just why
When will we ever become who we might

In the quiet of sun spilled mornings we
Ask for guidance from an internal soul
Perhaps today is longing
Tomorrow might suggest we belong
Much like we do whenever eyes close

If while the hours become a yearn
We look to the horizon
For inside the beauty of our lives
Is such the landscape of anyone wise
Who know, who believe, we allow time

To be our sacrifice when finding our peace
Is the constant in hope that love will speak.


~ finding my way, a personal journey  ~