Time is beautiful

   Wash my eyes of the dirt, the grime,
the sand that grinds my corneas bloody.

   Carry my soul with yours. Know that
love exists.

    Dreamer see me in your eyes. Gentle.

    Painter see my radiance in one color.

    Writer hover over my head as the
wind carries my whispers. They break free,
the leaves. Branches fall free.

    I breathe.

    Silent I hear a humming. Slight musical
notes to seep the emotions.

    A skipping beat. A tiny murmur.

    Whimper, scared am I - not.
  
    Stance alone. I am here with all
yet slivers of me glide through the
cottony air.

     Slice my soul, my spirit and still
Jehovah gives me strength to keep moving.

     Life is simple. Time is beautiful.

             I see.