Tales of an Astronaut - Time

There is no “before”… without the flow you measure.
Between two notes of silence, a story is already written.

The song is written in the hourglass,
Our lives, from first breath to the last.
Before I was, the measure moved on,
After I fade, the rhythm remains.
Shapes of my days on a fragile staff,
Lines of regret, of hope, of laugh.
All that I am, from start to end,
Hung on a line I cannot bend.

You can foresee the dawn,
But never own the day.
You swear the sun will rise,
Yet can’t command “there will be a tomorrow.”
Some saw a shard of what’s to come,
A fracture in the veil of hours,
Prophets tasting just one spark,
Of what is known beyond our powers.

No frame to bind this vast expanse,
No final mark, just stars that dance.
Yet in the thread between “now” and “then”,
Someone holds the map of “when”.

Entropy signs its quiet decree,
Order blooms, then comes undone.
Castles rise from dust and pride,
Dust returns when all is done.
Every heartbeat builds a form,
Every breath lets go again.
In the ruins of what we were,
New beginnings hide within.

At what point did the bread
Become the body you now claim?
Was it before it touched your tongue,
Or when it crossed through flesh and bone?
Was it already part of you,
As seed, as grain, as broken crust?
It’s only seen when all aligns,
A hidden work you learn to trust.
It’s all a matter of… Time

No one can script what’s yet unseen,
Nor count the steps of every thread.
Some were shown a single glimpse,
From a higher plane, where all is read.
What we call “later”, “soon” or “past”,
Is present there in a single sight.
All is known by He who weighs
The rise of day, the fall of night.

This measure is not built to last,
It draws a line on all we know.
It crowns and breaks both kings and slaves,
And sets the bounds for flux and flow.
So seek what stands when it is gone,
What no decay can undermine.
When this great hourglass finally stops,
What’s left will not belong to time.

There is no “before”… without the flow you measure.
The silence between two notes still calls your name.
It feels like you have heard this once,
But maybe this… is the start again.

The clock turns, the circle pretends,
Hands return to where they began…
A false eternity, because it is only:
A promise to... start again



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