Another Time..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the bones have turned to dusts
and no one is there anymore to tell
how the earth has changed
now covered with rocks and grass

Time
the teller
and soothsayer
of truth
the finder of the lost thoughts
the ant at the end of the maze
the light at the end of this
labyrinth


why are your days too slow?
your years are the growth of islands and continents
your cliffs rise and mountains
begin to touch the hands of the sun

everything is done
and still unfinished