The March of Time (new poem)

The March of Time (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

relentless and cruel

the march of time

scratches the face

of all that lives

like a stream

becomes a river

opens into the ocean

and is taken up again

to the clouds

Nature claws a foothold

over the abyss

for the rain 

brings a promise

of a flowery kiss

a drink

to the desert

what time has forgot?

eternal love

dotes like a constant 

gardener and scribe

who writes down

the lines of Nature

like a poet

burns in consuming fire

aged and young

are both victims

and reverential fans

of discovery

of what is

promises to be

songs not yet written

and a love to be lived.

I Looked At (new poem)

I LOOKED AT (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

I looked at

water coming forth 

from the rocks

streaming down 

the mountainside

becoming a stream

a river

and then a mighty ocean

I looked at

the harbored life

living so small

I could not see

but still believed

becoming greater

swimming lives

across eternity's tide

I looked at

temples burning

incense in blossoms

of lovely surprise

becoming deities

in the smoke

that did arise

winged ministries fly

I looked at

my planet; hoping

for love to save it

some are sleeping

to garden it

to appreciate

Gaia's keeping

to nurture it

I looked at

starry skies

saw many suns

blinking in the night

realizing cosmic scale's

awesome humbling

powers; across the

vast cosmos

I looked at

me; and then You

saw a thunderous

glory in the meeting

of the between

You and I

face to face

in every place

where souls are greeting.