MAN WITHOUT TIME

Theres apple blossom
In the garden
The cinder path
Sweats in the heat
A figure stands
Near the fountain
As if waiting
A ghost to meet.

The gaze is distant
Full of injury
So much pain
Deep regret
Swimming pools
Of rejection
Another time
A lost sunset.

There is no motion
A frozen statue
Stares forward
To another place
As sounds of Springtime
Form a chorus
A man without time
His soul embraced.