Time Is..

Time is a stream;
It has a strong current
It feels like a dream
It makes you seem burnt.

Time is a wall;
It blocks the way
It seems so tall
And higher by the day.

Time is you and me;
In an image that fades
As the wind is free
Beneath the sun's shades.

Time is to hold you;
Time is to kiss you.
Time is to make us sick
So that time is to miss you.

Time is to flow
And to feel arranged;
Accepting to grow
Without being changed.

Time is you in my mind
Next to a burning fire
With our thoughts combined
Like a singing choir.

Time is being blind
So that you can't read;
But being able to find
What it is you need.

Time is passing up
And learning to fall
So that you'll wake up
When somebody calls.