tmbt: time found here
The hours are found with you, slowly, deeply, wandered and wondering.
The minutes are disovered in your eyes and with your breath, and ther are a million sunsets and rises and full tide noons here.
The seconds are received in a light of gracious warmth and breeze and tumbling and standing still and there are plenty of them to go ’round.
Some say the time flies and is lost in joy. I say: It is found.