Inspired by gratitude for the warm birthday greetings on my 49th birthday.

Time

Sometimes a river,

 a current, an ache,

 wave of wide ocean,

 dark rippling lake.

Sometimes unending,

often forgot,

unties in a moment

the Gordian knot.

Oftentimes fearful

sword held overhead,

defines every moment

in fear of the dead.

Sometimes a love song

 soft on spring breeze,

blown to bright autumn,

rustling through leaves.

Dhaka 2015