Monday, April 14, 2008

• Time Passes

  Time Passes

  By David Roth

  © 14^th April, 2008

   

  
  

  And leaves me basking

  in the warm glow of twilight,

  or perhaps it’s dusk.

  Winter’s light has begun to fade

  and the long dark of eternity

  looms large on the horizon.

   

  And time passes.

   

  You came.

  Entered my life,

  however briefly,

  and brought with you such joy

  as I’d never known

  or felt since.

  Then you, too, were gone;

  a vapor fading with the light

  of a spring pregnant with desire

  to burst unto the brilliant glory

  of summer.

   

  But time passes.

   

  I find myself

  fading.

  The hues and luminescence

  that saturated my youth

  grow dull with age;

  dimming with steady persistence

  that defies my vain attempts

  to hold on…

  to stem the flow

  that leaches my days

  like the weakened pulse

  of a severed artery,

   

  
  

  And time passes.

   

  The road ahead shorter

  than the road behind,

  and the thought of eternity

  still hovers just beyond my grasp.

  I came. 

  I lived.

  I tasted of the rich flavor

  and savory essence of being,

  and I left my mark;

  the seed that grows new,

  but the long sweep

  of life’s second hand

  drifts with marked determination

  to the final bell.

   

  And for all my desperate

  feeble effort to make it stop,

  even if only for a while,

   

  Time passes.

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