Tempus destruit spes nostras.
Time never waitedWhen young, I, and dyingCould be found swinging easyPleased freely by the old winds wheezingI, warbling, ringing…
What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present. TSE
Fickle time has slipped away,leaving you alone and still.So little is left to say.
lives unlivedmake the heart weep
Dawn unwinds a yawn.
The crush of raven coldon morning’s weak shoulders.
“At the end of the fight, a tombstone white…”
The dying never stops.
It’s a time to sigh a reliefto walk againto smile enthusiasticallyto dream againto see the stars to sit alone on the…
abhor linear time. clocks as monstrosities. dream eternity.the immensity of everything. existence is elsewhere,but life is…
Time charges relentlesslyUncaring of our wants and needsNow the sun rises, then it goes downHere, not caring…