Time

​Here is my story, or a part of it - a little Time captured for you. Come if you wish and take a look. Call me what you will, Judge me as you will. I have been mortal, and felt what mortal's feel​; I have done more than most. I was time and I am time: I change and still, never change. I am here, I am there; Timeless and omniscient. I am time and without love I seize to be. Come then, take a look at a hidden part of me.

He perched himself atop the tree and looked ahead​​ into the distance. Today, he was a little tired. He slowed down. He would fly onwards soon​ - not just yet. It was the right kind of place to ​rest​: trees nestled close together and a beautiful quiet hummed in the background. ​Time wished he could enjoy the beauty of it all​. He knew he ​should not stop​; Yet, how tempting it was to halt and ​see everything when he was immobile​​ - to gaze at the golden, crimson sun rising, manifesting its majesty over the world. 

Sighing, he lifted his pearl white wings and set off again.

"Time! Time!" He heard the distinct voice from somewhere below. It was a voice that appealed. It reminded him of a river gurgling at the start of its journey from the mountain springs.

Oh, how long it had been since Time had heard such a call. 

"Time! Time!" The call was unmistakable. Time landed, lightly​,​ on the rich soil, pulled in his wings​ and halted. Before him was the yesterday he was denied. 

She w​as clothed in elven green. An inch shorter than Time, she wore her flowing dress like it was part of her figure-perfect body. The sunlight glistened in her hazel eyes and the natural, pinch-me cheek colour, just above her dimples, turned deep red in pleasure as she saw Time. Her mouth was exactly as he remembered - pink, full, soft.

"Time," she smiled as she walked towards him. "How you take my breath away, darling!" 

Time kissed her; almost like nothing had changed. "I looked for you," he breathed between kisses, "I searched and searched."

A sadness filled her eyes and Time was sorry he had said anything. "I know, my love. I've found you now." 

And Time forgot to fly on. He was here with her. He only knew her. He loved her and held her close to his heart. The sun was still and inert; the breeze stunned in mid-air; the river stood silent.

"You must leave now, Time." 

​Time looked at her. "Would you have me leave, and break our hearts?"

Her voice was heavy as she responded, "I would have you leave, so everyone can taste love. I would have you leave so we can meet again. I will have you leave so we can see the beauty of the night again. I will have you leave, my love, because you must leave, to live and let everything live." 

Time looked at her again, his heart full. He was angry and defeated. He turned around and flew far, through the day and into the night, ceaselessly, carelessly - willing his mind and heart to forget her. He flew endlessly and fast, through the rains​, past the mountains; He didn't see the lovers' sorrows as they parted in minutes, he didn't see the disappointment or excitement anyone felt. Time was broken, angered at his destiny; angry at her for letting him go. And so, he flew on and on, perpetually. His pace changed at times, but he never stopped. At times he heard her voice call out to him and he flew farther and faster. He vowed to never stop for that voice. How it pained him.

Eons passed and at last Time slowed down, and on a moonlit night he pulled in his ever bright wings. The pain had eased over the last few flights. The anger had slowly given room to understanding. He looked into the river and saw the moon light there and a reflection of himself- silver haired & ageless. Time had learnt to see, now. He saw everything - he saw the trees grow, the flowers blossom. He saw everyone and everything. He wept and laughed with people who couldn't see him. And he wept and laughed for himself and her. He knew at last what to do. 

"Time?" she sounded nervous, afraid she would be spurned again. 

He turned around. Her hazel eyes filled with the wisdom he had never understood. Her smile, as she looked at him was wholesome, as if she knew that Time now understood; She knew that at last he knew her. 

He watched her approach him, as the moonlight enveloped her in an ethereal light, cloaking her body in moonlight attire. He found his breath catch, as she sat next to him. 

"Your hair is silver." It was a simple statement but he could think of nothing else to say.

She merely nodded. "Yes, Time"

"You are love and I love you," He whispered. His hand found her waist and he held her tight against him as he kissed her lips, There was no longer a need to question. This was their destiny. The moonlight cloaked them both as if binding them forever. 

" I am love, and you are Time. I love you" 

He would fly again with love by his side. He kissed her again​. They were together now, timeless.