Past to Present to Future

where does that leave me ..
the past escapes my grasp ever so often
appearing, disappearing, before I  can even learn from him
he is the sea breeze in the lungs of trees
he is everything I've ever known ...a real dream

the present stays long enough for me to taste
long enough for me to romance
long enough for m to be vulnerable
but the past ...
the past has danced its way into the present

the future eats at the table of my loving enemies

 these "principals" of time....

..invaluable and in me they have timed my existence, pleasure and pain
in me they have arched rainbows of happiness that are too high in the clouds to see on rainy days

future, present ....past
past..to present to future....

where does that leave me if my past , present and future are floating in the hour glass , passing through the small hole of hope ?
floating in mystery
floating in all that is sultry
floating beautifully...more alive than the effects of itself
more painful than the slashes of it's uncertainty
 I spin in the whirlpool of confusion
distorting my sight for the answers are simply too unclear, too vague to see , to feel, too unreal

what does one do when the soil of the garden has died
or the stars in the sky refuse to show their nakedness

what does one do when the heart refuses to speak and the  veins have started marching to the dawn in the east , in search of a new beat....

sanity poisoned  for plausible answers to the question born exist beyond the borders of reason
trying to escape the principles of time , but only stumbling into those desolate places in search of new release
but is it even possible to  escape time when it's principle spirit lives with you ?
it is impossible to escape that which has become you ....

or have I become the clock on the wall
destined only to declare that which has gone, here and to come?