Time

You’re locked away at this moment

in a corner of my world.

A photo protected by angels

near an urn your ashes holds.

Our years here together are over.

(We only ran up a score.)

The Ancient One, He called you home

and in Time we’ll meet no more.

But the ever-stream of Consciousness

has many riverlets.

Although you’ve taken another way

we still are closely connected.

And in that stream of Consciousness

you’re forever close to my heart,

‘tho we may be made physically separate

our souls are never apart.

For the whole is there forever

and the doors to experience divine,

labelled in various and sometimes strange names

such as Space, Dimensions and Time.

We will all step from Time to Consciousness,

and in that golden tide

we’ll meet again some wonderful now.

Because it was only Time that died.