Sandra Osborne - Always Time

Purple, red, silver
Golden threads of time,
Why do you pass so slow?
Why do you create things
That I know will pass away?
Why do you hide my death,
Out there past the horizon?
Why are you so indifferent, so cold
Always ticking, moving away,
Always drying my tears, and
Draining my joy? My possibilities
And choices, flying so fast they
Are freeze frame still. Why?
Why do you make me cry?

Sandra Osborne

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