Time and time again

All that we have
         is time
time at our disposal
         disposable time
the days of the lily
         of the sparrow in the field
are ours to observe
         as the river runs
as the sea swells
         all is processed
within time
         and timeless
is beyond the memory
         of our imaginations

When I was a child
         time passed as a child
the legacy of those days
         far behind me
I may count the steps
         from here to eternity
but never reach there

I need space in which
         to savour the time
that is left
         to linger
in the moment
         of her kiss
to quell
         the savage latencies
of time if only
         for a time

John Lyons