Turn

A prolonged time
that sailed along,
reciting lines
in a mute song.

Extended time
that held too tight
ignoring signs,
hopes fly like kites.

Repeated time
revolving tune,
essence that forms
a warm cocoon.

An evolved time
clearing mistakes,
provide heartaches
with needed breaks.

Infinite time
learns to abide,
control the speed,
that you provide.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy