layers

I woke interwoven

Beside freshly shed skin

Edging time-

The melting sun

Beating my brows

Even under the grip of night

As if my body encompassed the entire world at once

I am the hands of time

Furiously ticking away- bleeding through the soul of the earth

I follow and create paths;

Leading and lost-

And help blend footprints that link the thens’, here, now and later’s throughout existence

My dreams wake;

Half crashing into the banks

While the rest ripple over the edge

I retreat and find shelter

Within my hardening shell

Only to wake anew

3/19/2010