to the future

You’re here already?

With your pretty little hands
shifting southward,
then up again.

I peer into the gap
between air particles,
missing the sheep,
the ticking, the blinks.

Glazed eyes kiss nostalgia
with dreams yet to occur,
hours yet to chime,
with walks on the sand
remaining inside the glass.

You’re leaving so soon?

I’ve barely breathed you
dear stranger, before
you vanish;

a forgotten future of the past.

Author notes

inspired by "I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."-Albert Einstein

Time is my favourite tool.

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PastelMoons
April 2

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Beautiful write
so eloquently penned
thank you for sharing
good luck in the contest

~Pastel
katie-jo
March 29

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Wow.
I love your word choice, it's totally different than anything I've ever read before, especially when time is the theme. It's not at all what I expected, which is definitely a good thing. The last line is incredible-it ends the poem well and is a lovely phrase.
"Glazed eyes kiss nostalgia
with dreams yet to occur,
hours yet to chime,
with walks on the sand
remaining inside the glass." --my favorite stanza

Thanks you so much for this entry and all the best in the contest,
katie