The Mind of Time
By Todd Royce Gubler
10/17/09
By the glow of a fire and to the tick of a clock
I sit and ponder my life
The pendulum swinging the fire logs so red
I file through the mess of my thought
Time has escaped me just like that red flame
Seconds to minutes to years
Yesterday I was romping and playing in school
Now I am growing gray hairs
The mind all our master has logged all events
Passion, sadness, and Joy
The clock strikes the hour the fire light dims
Moments forever employed
Silence as the Strike arm recoils between chimes
A paused moment of suspended thought
Time seems to freeze as the strike arm pulls back
Memories forgotten or not
Years, moments, flashbacks, great hurt and jubilee
Then the chime strikes again and sets that moment free
The fire cracks and the ticking again is heard
Master time must again move on
By the tick of the clock and the glow of the fire
My life ponders me now it seems
Scenes, visions, lessons on continuous loop
One must only slow down to see
The ticking so rhythmatic yet the fire dances free
What is it I am to have learned?
From seconds to seasons, Time will not be stopped
Burn fire, burn fire, burn
Green wood to glowing embers, is there really an end
Or is this where the story began?
