Time

I would like to grasp the past and
Fold up my memories like an old quilt
Carefully bend and crease and slide into a drawer,
And take it out from time to time and always have it

I would like to dam the future
Cease it's impending flow,
Let in turn turbines instead of
Turning my head on my pillow
Keeping me up with it's pressure

I would like to  preserve the present
Crystallize the morning dew and
Bottle up the smell of you
And grow up but never grow older

We fear time because it is what we cannot control
It is the frontier of all, sand grains between fingers, everyone's end, pieces and the whole