prosepiece - time

evaporating time it seems
to tip toe past or fly on wings
which wave
and blend
and blur our view
so now just swirled to
blend in to
the present, current, here and now
upon this moment, don't know how
it comes so swift
that here it sits
so lightly pressed
to kiss my lips then
flit and fly and float away
to grace us soon,
another day.