ANOMALIES OFTIME

 

Time, constant time,

Measured with dull regularity,

The steady tick of seconds,

Hours, days, weeks, years.

 

Why then does time fly

When you are nearby?

The aches of years slip away

When I gaze upon your face.

 

The years seem to slip away

My body and mind filled with joy,

Your smile, your touch, your nearness,

Heal my broken heart.

 

When we are apart time drags

Here weary feet, makes hours of minutes,

In days my body ages years.

Aches develop deep within my chest.

 

Thank you my love,

For those precious moments of time.

I fondly hold them in my heart,

Drawing upon their joy to face the day.

 

Bob Richards