Where Does the Time Go?
Where does a leaf go atop a blue sea?
Where does a sea go in the deep starlight?
Where does a star go amid a black sea?
Where does a life go in the vast sunlight?
Three of these I just never seem to know.
One is one that visits as a theory,
One is often like a meadow I know,
And one is almost like a memory.
Where do the infinities of leaves go?
Sometimes I almost know for an instant.
Where do the universes of dreams go?
Most times they are lost, forgotten, distant.
Yet one of the four is beyond the rest -
One of the four is that heartfelt something;
One of the four is that sanctified rest -
Though all are the One and ever loving.
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