Hair, Face and Eyes

Her hair, cascading down
past those shoulder blades,
as taut as a longbow,
in thick waves of crystal, dark.

Her perfect oval face,
as radiant as the sun
and yet softer than snow,
neatly framed by those shining strands.

Her warm and smiling eyes
grant a rare glimpse inside
the heart of innocence,
yearning for a kiss of pure love.

Time and Life

The clock is ticking by,
nor too quick neither slow,
at its own unhurried pace
since the creation of time.

Yet life as it seems fly too fast,
within hours of when we are born
from our cradles we reach the grave
and the carvings on our stones
start to fade in a day or two.

Has time always been this fast from up close?