Sonnet35

If I could say goodbye to yesterday, My eyes would blink and tomorrow would grow. 'Twas trees that tilted torward a backward way, Falling its feathers forward a frantic flow. My mind below the moon moved from the sun, On pebbles of the past upon a pond. After the moon and sun eclipsed as one, Winds of the world waved like a magic wond. Minutes massaged my mind inside of glass, Bottled in skies bright blue as the wind blew. Slow seconds seasoned time present to past, And I knew not of that new day I knew. Surfing the past atop her salted sea, Past shall not pass, her waves are all I see.