give up time

time rolls away from us as with a ball of wool escaping the clutch of a kitten’s pounce,

except that we will never catch it, however much we prey on it.

time stopped ticking by
it seems now to melt and die
till another second comes to life
but i blink again to miss it
if time were mine i’d try to keep it
if life was wild i’d try to tame it
resolute, i’d like to frame it
but i can’t, it keeps slipping by…

time rolls away as we watch...

In a tv drama I’ve seen on the life of Jane Austen, they brought a real poignancy after she dies, still with so much to offer, yet sad and quite lonely. her sister was her closest companion and says of her;

‘’she was the sun of my life. the guilder of every pleasure, the soother of every sorrow. I had not a thought concealed from her and it’s as if I’ve lost a part of myself’”

one of the most captivating sentences written of any person

one that only having spent time, wished time and lost time over time can lend such beauty and meaning.  Though time rushes on, the colour that those rushings leave behind is a veritable dance with light.