I found a time capsule in the garden
the contents were written in blood.
“All time is an illusion,” every paper said,
“The clock reads nothing, it’s a dud.
Life is but a sweet dream, here today and gone.
Share your years upon this sphere and do not mourn.”
I returned the time capsule to its spot
It lies there hidden, silent and at ease
Someone someday will find it again
Someone else too I hope will find peace.
“Life is but a sweet dream, here today and gone,
Share your years upon this sphere and do not mourn.”
That’s time for everyone indeed….