There was a whisper traveling through the air,
A silent longing that wished for an impossible miracle,
For time to return.
A voice,
As fragile as a thread,
Dared to ask time itself.
Time,
Could you come back?
Time,
Always slow and eternal,
Paused for an instant and gently asked.
Life,
What do you want from me?
Why do you ask me to return when my course cannot be reversed?
Life,
With eyes reflecting everything it had ever lived,
Answered without hesitation.
I want time to embrace what is slipping away.
I want time to heal wounds that still bleed.
I want time to love you without fear.
To lose myself in the moment without thinking of what comes next.
But why,
Life,
Ask time with tender curiosity?
Why do you need more time if every instant is already full of meaning?
Life smiled,
Aware of her own mystery and said,
To be able to give thanks without rushing,
To be able to say goodbye in peace,
To find light in the shadows and serenity in the storm.
To learn that not everything is measured in hours,
But in the depth of feeling.
To travel lightly,
Leaving behind what no longer serves,
And carrying only what truly matters,
Love,
Memory and hope.
Time then beheld life with reverence and said,
If that is what you seek,
Life,
I grant you not a return,
But a gift,
An eternal instant,
Where past and future meet and only the present remains.
But time,
Life replied,
What if I need more?
Then I will tell you this,
Said time,
That time is not taken nor requested,
It is lived.
That the true gift lies not in its length,
But in the fullness with which each moment is inhabited.
Life nodded,
Understanding at last that salvation is not found in the time's return,
But in the way she herself transforms and journeys,
Always light,
Always true.
And so,
Time continued its path and life its eternal dance,
Interwined in a timeless dialogue where asking time for more is,
In truth,
Learning to live it.
