The Dance of Time

 

Walking along upon a line,

Is a beautiful girl named time,

What she means to me is my one in kind. 

For each moment is thine evolving my mind,

Perfecting the show where my body wills go.

Assuming a scene bringing my pictures surprise,

As I walk like a ballerina dancing on a tight rope,

Balancing between bridging hope and faith. 

Walking along upon a line,  

Stepping soft and graceful, leading time.  

A beautiful girl, my one in kind,  

Evolving moments, sharpening my mind.  

Each second in rhythm, perfecting I flow, 

Guiding my body where dreams dare go.  

A ballerina poised on top a tight rope's face,  

Balancing hope and faith smiling being grace.  

Assuming scenes, painting surprise,  

Bridging the gap to where love lies.  

In this dance, time is my guide,  

Together we sway, stride by stride.