Tick-Tock

Time never stops; though it often feels elastic.
Love pulls it tightly; solitude-loose, monastic.

It stretches at dusk & also in the gloaming.
It speeds through the day; while thoughts & paths are roaming.

Sleep at night & dreams are proven by the hour.
Minds count rest in winks; making alarm bells sour.

Often in the space of youth, time seems very long.
But when decades start to pile, time is swift as song.

Now is once, now is ever; maybe that’s the trick.
Time goes on & time may stretch…Now’s what makes it tick.