Even though we wish it so

As the rain pours down

I smoke and I wonder:

is it soaking my body

or is it soothing my soul?

Drops sprinkle my face

as I sigh and take in the moment,

for in a second

it will be gone.

Minutes--- they run by so quickly

never pausing to say hello.

In such a hurry

they forget to warn us

that the future is now the present

and the present

is steadily

becoming the past.

The hands of time cannot be stopped.

Even though we wish it so.

They lie far from our grasp,

Beyond mortal comprehension.

Where they abide

our pleading echoes do not reach.

They are deaf to our cries

and indifferent to our sorrows.

Hence--- you must take

your life for what it is,

a glimpse of spectacular light

like a falling star

illuminating the sky

but for a moment,

beautiful and bright,

and then it’s gone.

Time will continue to elapse,

just as it always has,

it will not stop for you

nor will it stop for me.

And even though we wish it so,

That’s just mortality.