Time travels through a portal of space
Sleep travels through a body at night
A thousand minutes more than half a day
A thousand unconscionable moments lay
Like the midnight rides of Ichabod Crane
Do these dreams also gallop just in vain
For the race that we enter we must win
Or only wonder what might have been
Time that travels must somehow begin
Time that travels must somehow end
Seasons of happiness seasons of sorrow
Cadence that resonates each insects song
A buzzing of passing bees going along
The path time travels winds and bends
A brook across the meadow meandering
A barnyard full of nesting sparrows
In every timber crossing and gable
Time only know when its right and able
Or demonstrate what’s right and noble
Time to awaken from our dreams
To know things ain’t as they seem
Time to distance ourselves from the past
To look forward to the things that last
A place to observe the stars in the sky
Into the night hours we watch for nigh
A light perhaps from a falling star
A moment to become all you are