Sixteen Hours

Of all the hours in the day,Twenty-four, come soon.What if the time is not time itself,Neither here nor there, that's left.

Momentary lapses, entwined fourth,Opposing realms merge and birth.Forty-eight pauses whisper back,Longing of the past, presently belonging.

A flowing stance, moving romance,Possibility stretched in surely, dance.Beyond the known, Embracing time in the unknown.