TEMPUS FUGIT

Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.

 

- Coco Chanel

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM

TIME IN A BOTTLE by Jim Croce - 1973

 

WHEN DAYDREAMS AND DANDELION CLOCKS BLEW ON THE WIND

 

If time is a man-made concept,

does anything really exist

Is the passage of so many footsteps

as elusive to pin down as Scotch mist

I can remember my first sweet sixteen memory

when time still meant little or nothing

I was laying on a soft bed of green meadow grass

slightly damp still from fresh morning dew

Squinting into the hazy sunshine filled sky

and daydreaming lazily of you

the sun was warming my skin and my eyelashes

were blinking away the soft fall of teardrops of joy

memories were sweet and I felt complete

back then in the days before now

when daydreams and dandelion clocks blew on the wind

and twisted and turned back to me

when whispers of sweet nothings and the idleness of youth

captivated me and held back the fears

the best days of our lives were spent in that meadow

I recall every word that you said

we were seamlessly joined in our web of sweet love

and the passing of time never entered my head

Spring passed to Summer and only the seasons could tell

if time was a matter of moments, yet forever borne in our minds

the lemon scented flowers you placed in my hair

the precious caress of your hand

now imprinted and felt like a feather

barely tangible now on my face

yet I still close my eyes and remember those days

and I still feel the close proximity of you

and I wonder whether the gentleness of the love we felt back then

disappeared or was it caught within the depths of our minds

where time creates a mirage of memories to conjure up

whenever reality threatens to shatter our dreams …

 

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Digital artwork by me

 

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