Time No More



Outside Temporal Confines, pastel by Nochipa, Feb. 2008

Bleeding rose in night sky

lights the way to safe haven

at the end of known things,

where time is windswept sands

washed out to sea before human prints

thread the shores.

 A path without horizons

or points of origins leads past

the harbor where our family lies

in slumber

as the theif of earth,

weighted by all he has stolen,

trips over the ropes of his own traps

then falls into the lake

whose flames never die.

3 thoughts on “Time No More

  1. Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way. Writing is one of the ways in which I get to share my gifts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share with you.
    Nochipa on said:

    Hehehe…something like that.

  2. Did you mean thread? I read this many times looking for your usual voice and familiar themes–found it somewhat toward the end. Loved the ending. Somewhat a bit haunting but evened out in the end with an ahh.

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