Time,
ticking slowly while the stars all pass
the point where stars will be no more
a hundred, million, million score
have faded.
To
a running world that’s seen through glass
where a momentary sorrow glows
and whence the hermit surely knows
his dreams.
Took
form and will and powering surpass
the ones who lived, lay, loved and lost
a bitter pill, at a bitter cost
to save.
Trust that evil won’t trespass
the borders of that final rest
the time when lovers feel their best
at peace.