Pluck
 the string of time
 and listen
 to the reverberations

 Hold
 time in your palm
 tenderly
 watching it unfold

 yesterday
 is stored memory
 in bits and bytes organic
 tomorrow
 has its forrunners
 in four dimensional space,

 Ride
 On the light front of now
 savoring deeply
 each precious moment
 on the cutting edge
 of the continuous present,
 shaping your life in space,
 with a joyful
 bubble of laughter
 in your throat.