Flow of time

We stare at this frozen drop 

of relentless years - 

Waiting for it to thaw,

To drench,

To slake.

We wonder at the frenzied rush,

throwing moments away,

waiting 

for that one glimpse,

of melting - 

the suspended dream.

We Watch it Spill into our life 

like a blessing,

held gently in the hands of time,

waiting

for us to believe,

to not give up,

to be ready-

to receive.