Moment Vs Time Poem by Zahrin Nazah

A song never dies,
Like a music,
Or a melody or melancholy,
Same like a drama, a theatre,
Or a film, maybe the reel has changed,
Analogue becomes digital,
Maybe the actors are unknown,
Anonymous like hundreds of poems
Floating around our mind every nano second.
Sigh... right things didn't come at right time,
Either too late or too early,
Or something who never deserves,
Or someone who truly deserves.
If the time has two wings,
Could fly around the flowers to flower
During spring, or nostalgic monsoon,
Or snowy ice dolls, in a freezing Winter morning.
Wish the 'right moment' truly exist.
Not too late, nor too early,
Nor too fast, not too slow.
When the spring turns back to winter,
The leaves fallen, branch dries,
No more luminous sunshine,
Orange sky with a bluish rainbow,
Not to dedicate all its youth.

Time flies, so as wind,
Like the mages of my novel,
Each dots of my painting,
Or a single stanza of the lyrics.

Wish the right time could come to the right moment.