Hungry Time

Time sits in the golden dusk of the field,
gnawing away the days.
Hungrily it consumes our lives,
the shaded moments that didn't count
or failures to strive.
Extracting and devouring even the thickest honey of happiness from the soul's hive.
Break away memories from the edge of the day, crumbs left behind make our bellies ache.
For the non- memories, things we wish we had done.
Thinking there was a million more sun's.
The echoes of all that was left unsaid, a lead burden, if only a mind could be read.
I must not waste a moment of time,
Live like tomorrow you will perish and die.
In time, do not confide.
Just kindle you heart and it's wild blazing fire.
Be alive in the moment, free your desire.