Poem: Through the Keyhole of Time

Through the keyhole of time, I peer,
To glimpse the past, to feel its near,
A whispered breath, a fleeting glance,
A dance of shadows, lost in trance.

The hands of clocks no longer bind,
As moments slip, both cruel and kind,
In whispers soft, the ages call,
Each echo deep, each rise, each fall.

I see the days of forgotten kings,
The rise of suns with golden wings,
The quiet sigh of ancient trees,
Their leaves afloat on ancient breeze.

A child’s laughter, a lover’s sigh,
The steady march of earth and sky,
A battle fought, a dream once bright,
Now tangled in the threads of night.

Through the keyhole, visions blend,
A timeless space where all things mend,
Each step a journey, each breath a rhyme,
All lives entwined through the keyhole of time.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie