Precious Time A priceless commodity Doubtless clouds Nourish my spirit Now above the concerns of clocks and schedules No longer shackled to relentless demands Sleepless nights now out of reach The warmth of time Frees my spirit Precious time Others are Reading We Were Young and Free What We Were Looking For Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: July 4 in a Foreign Land Violins, Horses, and Party Hats: A Short Story Signs Poetry of a Twisted Mind Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * + nine = 17