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Time

 

Dew bespangled dawn you see

the stirring of a soul

nights and days

you then embrace the wonder

 

Seasons of a life to be

you weave another role

once again to trace

those places yonder

 

This moment is there to see

there to own

 

(and what I am is

here and there to carry me

and now and then to let me be

without a lie)

 

Carrying me

over my grown-up

senses

 

(and open eyes that let me spy

the where and when and what and why

that matter)

 

But time is so hard to catch

hard to hold

 

(and while the

here and there may coincide

to form a shroud of time to hide

it in a lie)

 

When dawns all hatch

caught in her old

shackles and fences

 

(how can time pretend to be

as real as life when all I see

are mirrors that shatter)

 

Gingerly the lips collide

the honey of the tongue

melts to form a glow

a rush, a river

 

Love's forever rising tide

now innocent and young

surging in a slowly

mounting quiver

 

Ah, this moment's so sweet to touch

sweet to feel

 

(and what I am is

here and there to carry me

and now and then to let me be

without a lie)

 

Harboring such

gently surreal

pleasure

 

(and open eyes that let me spy

the where and when and what and why

that matter)

 

But time is so hard to catch

hard to hold

 

(and while the

here and there may coincide

to form a shroud of time to hide

it in a lie)

 

When dreams all hatch

awed by her old

mythical treasure

 

(how can time pretend to be

as real as life when all I see

are mirrors that shatter)

 

I know forever's just

a heart beat away

a seed of time

we call tomorrow

 

to hold the memories

she gathers today

in her hallowed sorrow

 

but, please let me rest for a while

here in the arms of her

youthful smile

 

Please let me drown for a while

here in the sea of her

sacred smile

 

Sanguineous, the rising head

enchanted to the core

races for a pain

unsought, unchosen

 

Passions gasp and cry instead

of laughing like before

wasted, bleeding, slain

forgotten, frozen

 

This moment is hard to find

hard to view

 

(and what I am is

here and there to carry me

and now and then to let me be

without a lie)

 

A warm and blind

and lost and untrue

dawning

 

(and open eyes that let me spy

the where and when and what and why

that matter)

 

But time is so hard to catch

hard to hold

 

(and while the

here and there may coincide

to form a shroud of time to hide

it in a lie)

 

When lives all hatch

true to her old

unceasing spawning

 

(how can time pretend to be

as real as life when all I see

are mirrors that shatter)

 

Forms and faces then recede

and tremble into white

truth erupts the boy

to clearly seeing

 

Lies and doubts and pain concede

and rush into the light

drowning in his joy

of merely being

 

Of moments there's none as true

none as mine

 

(and what I am is

here and there to carry me

and now and then to let me be

without a lie)

 

A timeless view

of true and divine

reason

 

(and open eyes that let me spy

the where and when and what and why

that matter)

 

But time is so hard to catch

hard to hold

 

(and while the

here and there may coincide

to form a shroud of time to hide

it in a lie)

 

As moments hatch

bowed to her old

glorious treason

 

(how can time pretend to be

as real as life when all I see

are mirrors that shatter)

 

I know forever's just

a heart beat away

a seed of time

we call tomorrow

 

to hold the memories

she gathers today

in her hallowed sorrow

 

but, please let me dream for a while

here in the night of her

mournful smile

 

Please let me sing for a while

sharing the breath of her

fading smile

 

Charon took his little boat to sea

and laughed and drowned and set us free

and so there is no time

never was

 

Wraiths ascend a spectral store

of silence as they cry for more

and because there is no time

never was

 

Sirens blare a war anew

and Death regains a point of view

although there is no time

never was

 

The King of Jews, the Lord of Light

the Buddha laughs beyond the night

for indeed there is no time

never was

 

Poets die and then agree

and writers seek a truth to be

and still there is no time

there never was

 

Mozart, Bach and you conceive

a truth you never could believe

that but for you there is no time

never was

 

For while you look you see a space

and then its gone without a trace

and so there is no time

oh, there never was

 

A simple answer wide and true:

these aeons all converge in you

and where you are there is no time

there never was

 

 

August 1991/September 1995

 

Copyright © 2003 by Wolfstuff

 

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