Time's Tender Turbulence...a 'sort-of Sonnet'

We all must bear Time’s tender turbulence

A tide coursing from heaven's ether source

It gathers in its mighty, muted force

Intangible deaths and deliverance

Then rushes o’er a brink into a sea

Where oft we search in vain for its lost shore

But cannot tread Time’s spent for-never-more

And so we brace for storms that yet must be

Before the Captain guides our vessels where

Time does not hinder us from here to there

The footfall of a moment rends the air

In soundless and boundless intensity

Its dividend of brief uncertainty

Soon tugs the ribbons from a wee girl’s hair

And laces traces of silver-soft proof

Where many midnights kissed our dreams of dust

And disappointed schemes of wanderlust

Though we have ducked and tried to stand aloof

There is no bastion for fool’s lament

Where we can hide or escape Time’s intent

…so we embrace the kiss from its abyss

Storm cannot dissuade the morning sun

See how its tide, mighty yet moment-spun

Bestows allotments of heaven-lent bliss

Dumbfounded then, we cannot curse the sweep

Tugging life’s best and worst into its surge

We are compelled by morning’s mercy-urge

To love and laugh and touch and taste and weep

While moments course in river’s through the air

Time's tender turbulence we all must bear

© Janet Martin

I wrote the first two stanzas then looked up to see the Creator stunning the morning landscape with Majesty!