Let Time Dance

This is 

how I

have lived

all these

years.

From

this visit

to my

chapel

to the next.

Kneeling

in front

of the

force

of nature.

Walking

through

the sands

of time.

Wearing

flowers

in my hair

that I picked

from the fields.

Reminding

me 

of my

own 

womanhood.

My strength.

My 

Softness.

I get scared

here sometimes

because 

I know its

not forever,

like I need

it to be.

Its being

taken away

slowly

like 

the strength

of the 

ocean 

steals the sand.

So today

I will soak

it all in

and place

the crown

of flowers

on my

head.

And let 

time

dance.