Shifting
We come and leave alone
I move along like mercury
where have the moments gone
life is an enigma
we come and leave alone.
Mysteries of existence
move like shifting sands
one moment there’s a reason
that my mind understands.
Shifting like the wind
moving like the ocean
slippery and elastic
more like a magic potion.
I ponder the invariable
or is there such a thing
part of disillusionment
a bell without a ring.
A morning without sunshine
a night without the moon
a longing and a yearning
an everlasting swoon.
Shifting synchronicity
eclipsed by night and day
moving to the music
there’s no time to delay.
Change is where I came from
shifts denote the time
into a new perspective
as I move down the line.
Time will wait for no one
the seconds tick away
tick tock tick tock on the clock
there goes another day.
©
David Rudder
18th October 2020
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