They were always up there, when
Moments of cognitive reflection started,
Gathering they went from white to grey.

They would start to think, rumbling
As Liquid thought meet with ice
Particles of deliberation.

Then thoughts would strike from their
Being to the solid below, it would be the
Beginning of words as gravity took hold.

Precipitation fell, first thoughtful drizzle,
Then as words spoken, each raindrop
Was voiced on the terrain below.

They uttered for what seemed like a
Deluge, their words flowed down
Streams and rivers to the waiting sea.

Words spent, that flowed no longer, not
Talked but evaporating skywards to the
Waiting white, to be spoken once more.

Sensual entrapment,
Heart, mind, soul, unifying in
Emotional *******.

gentle rain,
flavouring the night
with earthly spring scents,

soak this land,
make it pregnant

- a marsh
or a pond,

white nenufars,
damselflies,
fireflies,

shimmering glows
for blinding the doom...!

As time passed he watched, his
Eyes glanced upon space, fluid
Moments, motions heeded by
Ever expanding views.

He could momentarily slow a
Ever changing fraction in the
Life span of this ever expanding
Place.

Everything needed attention,
Seconds, minutes kept in tune.
For without the tuning a second
Could take an hour, a minute
Would be a lifetime.

Tick, tock goes the universe,
Everyplace a different moment
As distance still had rules.
Galaxy time, solar time, each
Different juncture on the hands
Of an ever moving clock.

There were places where even
The hands had broke, never a
safe place moments colliding
Space, time not the same. An
Error in creation it happens
Sometimes.

He was the watch maker of the
Universe, and he kept us all in
Time, all in a moment never to
Repeat unless the hands broke.
But he was always moving time
Forward, each at its own pace.