Time is my Lover

By Dewayne Allday

Time is my lover, but is time my friend?

It chases me until I pursue it back -

The beauty of its essence intriguing.

Its soft warm breath tingles my neck,
Searching for that tender soft place
that brings balance to casual chaos.
It searches me, embraces me, empowers me,
Yet enslaves me and for what purpose,
My eyes have yet to become conscious of,
Yet my body still reaps the sub-conscious.
I can’t be still - I pace the floor,
Back and forth, to and fro,
I wonder still in restless nights,
Why time keeps me awake.
Pondering still her sifting angles
That steals and sets my evenings late.
And if it’s not love, inter-tangled,
As a vine intertwined with a tree,
Then what other love is this vine,
Divine, forever and always,
Intermingled in my heart and mind,
As if the heart and mind are one -
Time being their mediator.
Time is my lover, but is time my friend?
Sometimes I wonder.