When the time comes

You will know

Where to go

Life will show

Its glow

Or throw

Another curve

So go slow

Dare to flow

Seek to draw

A picture

That captures

Colors of different

Spectrum

Waves of higher

Momentum

Then it escapes

The screen of mind

Leaving behind

A trace of hope

We don’t know

When that time

Will come

We like to think

That it shall carry us

Along

A new path

It shall make us

Strong

Beyond doubt

When the time comes

I will tell you

All about

The days past

I will hold you

Close and tight

To my heart

I will whisper

Songs of love

In a space

Of purple blue

Words of true

Moments of silence

Nothing can stand

The test of time

The hues

Of space

Only few

Instances of resonance

Between a heart

That knows no end

That knows no start

And a life of 

Stillness

Far afar

From the dancing

Pictures

On the surface

Of wonder…

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About The Soaring Eagle

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2 Responses to When the time comes

  1. unspokenss says:

    This poem came to me at a time when I needed to know that such a time will come.
    Thank you

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