If Time Is An Engine

There are sunflowers on the path where I go

and lacewings rising from the fields

With each step I take, I know more surely

that this is the way

If time is an engine, then it was created in a dream

If love is an engine, then the dreamer weeps

If memory is an engine, then it will carry the dream away

But there are sunflowers on the path where I go

and the dog is at my heel. There is a gate

and a meadow beyond. There is a stream

The sky is blue by day, blue in the evening

But I know the way of the hidden stars

and I'm still alive, I still know secrets

There is nothing I have left undone.

So my keys are on the table. You can sell my

clothes. Rust, rust is affecting the machinery

But I am not needed. The machines can be repaired

For if time is a cathedral, then I have lived in the cathedral

If love is a cathedral, then I have lived in splendor

If memory is a cathedral, then I remember everything

but now pass by. And there are sunflowers

on the path where I go. The dog is at my heel

There is a gate and a meadow beyond

There is a stream

--Eleanor Lerman