Moments drift.

Softly stored in gold and grey
Secured in silence
endlessly,
The moments drift
Upon their way
Without a second
Glance at me,
For I have never
Had the time
To watch the seconds
As they climb,
And I will never
Ever see
The hours
Of eternity.

Waiting on a far off shore
With patient
reflectivity,
The eyes of time
Catch everything
Without the need
For them to be,
Though they have never
Sang a song
Or watched the minutes
Dance along,
They count each second
patiently
Like ripples
On the endless sea.

Between the twilight and the dawn
Secured in deep
Serenity,
The soul of night
Is pacified
In perfect peace
Upon the sea,
As midnight shadows
Slide away
And moments dread
The coming day,
That oh so softly
Tries to rhyme
With wordless words
And timeless time…

Story ID:	3847
Written by:	Keith Robson (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Ashington Northumberland England
Year:	2008