Time

Which or whom came first in all the every 

things like eggs and chicks and stuff and dust and 

When did people start to feel so empty 

sensing life is running away like sand

A notion in a dream once showed it’s self 

And asked what if the stuff of life could be 

undone like all the letters on a shelf 

were swept away and we like birds were free 

to fly with songs upon our newborn wings  

and carry twigs like words away to make

Some other worldly home where sadness brings

Its bags upon its weary back to break 

the cycle of destruction, so to bring

A steady state of joy where birds can sing.