By Steve Soskin   intersys@cruzio.com
Date: 15 January 1998

Prelude of Time

Time cycles us upon its endless track 
searching for completion and fulfillment 
We travel upon time's carousel innocently 
whirling 'round as we glimpse vistas of possibilities 
And those few who dare, reach out 
to grasp a memory to keep forever. 

That precious prelude to life's completion is love 
For to love is to share 
one's essence of being 
with others 
Love can whirl 'round us as we 
oblivious to the obvious 
continue our search 
Reaching out to the ether for memory traces. 

I have whirled 'round on the carousel 
for countless spins 
Grasping ghosts and illusion. 
My ring, not complete. 

The calliope of love piped out its tune 
As my carousel slowed 
And a vista of wondrous beauty 
unclouded my foggy being 
As I gazed 'pon your essence reflection 
Radiating reason unto my obscurity. 

Acute vision, honed by rainbowed ridges of inner peace 
shows the way as I step from the carousel 
Into the timeslip of life's futures.