Fragments of time

That time, we sailed 
across the breeze. 
That time, those times; 
I truly, was alive.
I remember, all the time; 
the days went well. 
Despite, most times,
the nature of those times.

Those times, I rewind; 
I truly, was alive.
In time, that time
in You, I found:
a piece, to fill the wells, 
which burn in me.
A piece; that peace
to keep me through all times.

All times, all times,
I remember, all the time: 
that time; that time 
indeed, was the right time. 
And now, this time,
I sit and revel under:
this time, all times
I truly, am alive.

By Emmanuel Johnson
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