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TIME'S CHILD

TIME’S CHILD

1.

In Time’s distant mist
I was born
a supple thought,
a floating
whimsical spectre,
the subtle whisperings
of Sleep’s
passing visions,
no spine,
no body,
colourless,
odourless,
without lips
to utter my name,
no eyes
to see my form,
no ears
to hear my breath,
without touch
to feel my essence,
and yet I pulsed
within translucent walls
in search
for substance
in the infinity
of that moment.

2.

I am
born from night’s soft crest
and gently suckle
upon Moon’s golden breast.

At Sun’s yawn
I crawl from dawn’s embrace
and play with shimmering colours
of first morning grace.
In midday’s blazing sight
I stand proudly alone
to finally walk my unknown path
and call it my very own.
When nightfall beckons with sleepy song
I rest my weary bones
and into night’s deep sleep I repose
clutching a twisted cane.

In restful slumber
I dream a dream within many dreams
of a time I visited a distant land
now all but a fading memory, it seems.

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Comments

  • hollypaino
    hollypainoabout 4 years ago

    Beautiful and restful. Wonderful write in all ways xxx

  • Thanks so much Holly. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderabout 4 years ago

    thats truly is awesome…

  • Cheers. Greatly appreciate it, Rocky.

    – Cosimo Piro

  • SimplyRed
    SimplyRedabout 4 years ago

    this has left me feeling all gentle am now floating along :)))

  • What a lovely feeling….glad it has that effect. Many thanks.

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Judylee
    Judyleeabout 4 years ago

    Such a gorgeous writing! Wonderfully mellow.

  • Appreciate your input Judy….will have to visit your good self soon. xo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • umbra
    umbraabout 4 years ago

    such a soft way this creates….i am grateful for it….

  • thank you Erich….means a lot to me.

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Kristin Reynolds
    Kristin Reynoldsabout 4 years ago

    there is much unsaid of the twisted cane—all the life is inside of it.
    beautifully soft, like a prisom rainbow in a morning sunlight mist. so light; so you.
    x

  • Aww! Many thanks beautiful one. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Sybille Sterk
    Sybille Sterkabout 4 years ago

    A wonderful write. Makes you think and wonder – all those possibilities at the beginning and then the life and all it entails. They do work perfectly together. Fab! xoxoxo

  • So grateful to you Sybille….many thanks. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • supernan
    supernanabout 4 years ago

    Fab write well done x

  • Hi there supernan….just read your profile….nine grandchildren! That’s wonderful. Good cheers to you Nanna! xo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • MoonSpiral
    MoonSpiralabout 4 years ago

    Congrats! This work has also been blogged about here

  • many thanks to you Tammy and to TOUCHED BY FIRE…an honour indeed. Happy to have met you and your wonderful work.

    – Cosimo Piro

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 4 years ago

    A Day for be crowned King.
    We are all thoughts of the Unknown.
    And it seems that Night and Day,
    are feeding our most intimate needs.
    But at the end..we are tired,
    and we even spot feeding…
    and need to overcome this depleting mood,
    with dreams and dreams…where again,
    our voice is not our voice..
    our eyes see nothing that we see,
    and our border skin stretches to the Universe.
    I have loved so much your poem, Cosimo…read it twice to feel the image..and seen the image you made..it is a real miracle.)

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