In The Arms Of Time

I want to check my time,
Eat with time, sleep with time.
I want to work with time,
To make it my closest ally.

I want to befriend my time,
Cherish it, watch it,
Cleanse it of regrets,
Defend it from waste.

I want to be loyal to time,
To honor each fleeting moment.
I want to speak with time,
To hear its silent wisdom.

I want to dance with time,
Feel its rhythm in my soul.
To walk its endless corridors,
And marvel at the stories it holds.

I want to mend with time,
Heal the wounds it has witnessed.
To weave the threads of past and present,
And paint tomorrow with hope.

I want to hold my time,
As tenderly as one holds a child.
To shape its path with care,
And let it cradle my dreams.

I want to embrace my time,
In moments of joy and sorrow.
To live not in haste or delay,
But in the fullness of its gift.

I want to honor time’s truth,
Its power to create and destroy.
To find eternity in each heartbeat,
And infinity in its flow.