I had a conversation with Father Time…

I had a conversation with Father Time…
He took me to vast tracts of uncharted territory…
Deeper and deeper into the bush belt…
A place where the waves crash forever and ever on the rocky shores.

He showed me how time just keeps stretching and stretching…
To places, where every peak disappears from view…
Cursed with certainty…
All evidence supporting an unknown conclusion.

In my opinion there are so many better conversations…
Father time is a poor conversationalist…
Better to talk with the clouds, who allow you to enter their rest…
Or with the happy winds visiting from far away lands…
But my best conversations are when I lay in the tall grass and let the conversation grow around me.

So, let’s have a cup of tea and a biscuit…
Pretend that we are kings and queens…
Whenever a difficult issue arises…
Let’s dunk it and be done with it.

Ok, have you guessed the riddle?
I think so because your face has started to glow…
Has this conversation touched the deeper part within you?
Because, to our ageless tender hearts there is no such thing as time.

I love you,

Annie