summertime

by walterdoege

just begun the summer time…put ahead one hour…looking for my clocks I changed the time count…timing the time, I must stay alligned with the clock time, the time of the equal hours…but time does not inhabit the clock…I prefer the natural sunclock…just taking a look at a shadow in a sunny summer day, at the same time, and contemplate the shadow at a place…the shadow moves itself acccording to the movement of the sun…and in rainny summer days, look sometimes for the clock…for affairs of love, both methods, the sunclock, the clock…the sun dial, the summer clock…may be digital clock, may be any clock…may be an old clock timing the summertime…in a big clock is written ‘ tempus fugit’…some acoustic clocks of old times…belling at each fifteen minutes…these old clocks that work in a mechanical craft..watch the mechanism working is interesting…I have also a water clock…I have also a sand clock, but I watch the clock as a duty…time passage, but I don’t like clocks…although I have many clocks, i would like to stay far away from clocks…these acoustic clocks have a sound…tic, tac…never forever, forever never, never forever, forever never…after adjusting timing crafts couting time devices I sit down and place this wandering writing…one hour, one day, one month, one year, but time, what is time…time and living stay closer…life so short, art so long…after sundown I feel me better, summernights, fairy nights…after sundown the arrival of the stars and the moon…the blossom of the flowers of the night…the sound of the birds of the night…the song of a summer breeze…time is like a moving thing…perhaps this time motion is an illusion…may be…may be the clocks are fiction…fiction is a craft that allows me to go ahead…at the timescope, the future as an intuition, the tomorrow beyond the real time…the movement of the real creating countless realities…the course of time, the course of life, at a place…time is a moving thing…now or never, now and ever…I keep cool…I try to complain as few as possible…the perception of the summer season, my needness of seizing the summer, and let the child inside myself play confident with the water…I like to imagine a good summer, near the sea, and sense the ocean as my compannion…and walking near the ocean, my hand holding her hand…I whisper near hear, sensing her heart beating, her parfum…’love is the ocean’… ‘hold my hands, hold my whole life too’…and a silent joy I can listen…sleeping near the sea, together through life…dreaming a dream, sharing peace, a piece of a fairy summer fairy night…I am a dreamer, she knows well…we can also go to the top of the mountains…we can also go to the south and to cold places…we can stay where we are…the summer passage is just a time passage, another season for enjoy life…I say to myself…four seasons for live…at summer time, I mean, any time is time for live, but autumn is my mistress