The Time-Rider

Traveler,
         these winds of pain that confront me today
Are they a gesture
Indicating that the season of separation
                              is about to begin?

When you go away
I will say goodbye with a smile.
Seasons have a way of coming and going,
If I fail to do so,
             I will perish.
I will not hold you by the arm,
Your feet are already on their way
                 You are time’s rider.
My emotions are but a weak chain
I cannot tie-up the passage of time with them.
I cannot close my fingers around you,
                You are more than a handful.
For your sake, I will
                Spread myself like the earth.
You will be with me,
Over there
I will
       take you up
Absorb you within myself.