The Turns Of Time

Time turns us all
like a magician with no face
whose cape
brushes our lives
and makes us disappear.

Time turns us all
like a desert wind
that carves hollows
in our hearts
till be become earth again.

Time turns us
round and round
like a tilt-a-whirl
in slow motion
amidst the carnival
of our lives.

Time turns us
like a clock that
grows weary from being wound-
that soon loses time,
becomes useless,
and ticks no longer.

Time turns us
like a partner in dance
who leads us through our lives
until the last dance is danced
and the music
grows
silent.