2014-Oct and 1986-02-11: Abstract time

In the archive is a poem that starts "Time is an abstract conception of the mind" (which I will post further down). When I read it now, it reads like I am trying to be clever.... and not quite managing it. But the phrase stuck - so here is mark 2....

Time is an abstract

Concept of the mind.

It marks the passing

Of our lives

With sands of grain,

With cogs and gears,

Each second, minute,

Day, month, year.

Onwards it flows

In one direction

No chance to stop,

Pause for reflection.

And before you know it

Time has flown

I find myself 

Nowhere, alone.

Ahead the future

I can't see,

Behind the past

That's closed to me.

The path ahead

Unknown, uncertain.

Each step I take

A choice unspoken.

[And here is the mark one version:

Time is an abstract

Conception of the mind

Sequencing the motion

Of all human kind.

But break away,

Listen to the off-beat,

Hear the hidden tempo,

Touch the living pulse.

Dancing for your freedom,

Let no one make you stop.

'Til the multi-coloured 

Strands of noise

Swirl in chaos

Before your eyes.                                             ]

2014 Sept: And then

And then...he touched me.

Unpeeling my clothes

Like I was the perfect present,

Covering my body

In a blanket of kisses,

Exploring my body

Like it was a foreign country,

Taking me on a rollercoaster

Of sensation,

Teasing my senses

With each new surprise.