The inner eye, blind but bold chauffeur,
Drove the jammed timepath slower.
So the fleeting actuality did suffer
For it met not the elusive epiphany sooner.
Thrust into the innocent pool, time pebble
Ripples past, present, future to wobble.
They part and meet as thought bubble
Rumbled up spool of memory for a trouble.
A tiny droplet of time: so did it seem
Till it bloomed and loomed into recurred
dream;
Bitterness did haunt yet sweetness did beam
As that pregnant moment unveiled its seam.
That fine fibre in time tapestry: a curtain
raiser
Of regretful future? Or joyous past's
curtain closure
Was that instant a three dimensioned
measure
That stuck together past, present and
future?
Since the delayed meeting with epiphany,
the seed
Of qualms and tears sown for the spared
deed
And missed need. The heart doth bleed to
feed
The pangs of greed and resurrect that
time with heed.
The Universe, however grand and potent,
Revives not the dead.
The womb, however sacred and patient,
Retrieves not the delivered.