That quantum of time that surrounds us
Passes in so many variable ways
That it can be so very mystical.
When things are going well
It rushes by barely allowing us enough of it.
When things are going badly
It is so slow that unpleasant thoughts come to us,
But sometimes,
Sometimes comes that period
Where we are in a time when all is well
And our dreams are with us,
Life is so perfect and wonderful.
We have reached that so rare period,
Where we have entered that solace of time.