Time is Like A Lullaby

Time tunes its tireless lullabies

Where notes, like  petal-boats capsize

To spill dulcet hellos-goodbyes

Through faces, places, piers

They glint upon green-tinted tress

And spill in hymns of happiness

To dim couloirs and recesses

With spent laughter and tears

Ephemeral, time’s transient tryst

It sparkles, pink-gold-amethyst

Then fades into a phantom mist

On echo-laden breeze

Where what we have and hold becomes

An epitaph of moment-crumbs

A distant Neverland that thrums

With life-sums; memories

Triumph is more than contests won

Or prize-trophies for races run

It tunes the touch of said and done

With gentle gratitude

Where Time is like a lullaby

Of who-what-when-wherefore and why

It heaps the heart with sleepy sigh

Of seasons soon subdued

© Janet Martin

Whoever-wherever you are today

Cherish its gift of gold or gray

For with eventide it becomes

A memento of moment-sums

Happy Victoria Day, fellow-Canadians!