Time

I am a shadow, visible at day but hidden in the night. I am searching for explanation but only the silence will answer. Like a blanket I grasp those I love and I am your shoes keeping your feet from harm and pain. I am young yet old, reserving myself a spot in heaven. I am sky blue, flying high with the birds. Like a page in a book, alone, but surrounded by millions. There will always be time but never enough to hold on to.

By Jenna Zeller - May 12, 2004