Pictures of Time

Catching the white seconds
With the fingertips of my soul,
Holding fragments of time,
Wishing them bright and whole,
Carolling the immaculate snow,
In Christmas memories,
On frozen silent waves
And bursting happy melodies,
Of childhood whispered
Through last silver snowflakes,
And apples baking
Under the sacred fireplace,
Dancing flames of time,
Shimmering inward,
Warming the heart of memories
Rejoiced and turned skyward.



© Cristina Miller 2010 - 2011

The World As An Ocean

When I was a child,
The world was an ocean
With playful horizons,
Softly falling
From infinite skies,

Time stretched,
Like the wings of a bird flying
In the lazy afternoon sun,

Each day breathed wonder,
Each form became laughter,
Each moment danced so alive,
Each season spun faster,
Each year left the child behind...

The ocean lost waves,
And its sunny horizons,
Storms darkened the beautiful skies,
Today we lost shipmates, once more...
Tomorrow whole generations
Are falling behind us,
Like silent waves returning to shore.

Today I'm a child,
And the world is my ocean,
Shrinking, but softly falling
From the infinite skies...




Copyright © 2011 Cristina Miller