From Home

One blink, one breath,

Where was time when it should pass? 

For I arrived at the end,

Only to know the beginning

For the very first time.


Past, present; meeting, merging

Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade. 

Moment by moment, I sort the pieces

Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient. 

Taking a step back, gazing at the empty,

Have I the right pieces,

Or have I  the wrong plan?

A day gained, a day lost,

To waste not another I must.

So in dark, in deep, with You alone,

For now, I start from home. 

-AfterTim-