more and more, of time

speak, no more, so that we might

hear, all, in which time, replaces

in our time, again, as time passes

through skies of gold, to fields so fast

grazing upon the thicket, of grass and wheat

upon the heaven, of time, mentioned time

where all but riddles exist, to reap weakness

from soul, upon the best of all

whose lives do pass, through, time

shackled time once again

all in worlds so still, the body of Earth

challenges us not, but finds shadow

in heart, of all, in all who would

surrender, to time, passing time

before this time, comes again

 

in all would be, such as time in me

a way to believe and dream once again

there in belief, we believe all the more

to cast such doubt, to relive the cause

of eyes, and eyes, in eyes do we see

such as time, is lost, for no sight complete

as would the time beat again

amid wide beating drums, the sound

as deep as it is shallow, sleeping in hollow's reed

so closer to the edge, as edge upon edge

comes, comes thick upon the body

whose morning cannot move, quickly enough

to retrieve, that in which time has stolen again

in the memory, teeming memory beneath the eyes

of heart, sacred heart, of love not to question

of question not to doubt, but in love, always love

do we feel, as all weight across the feather

of down, floating, in the twirl of the sky

our eyes do deceive, simple as time does not move

when in sadness so in heart, does your body remain

and is slowly torn apart

 

where in question shall i find, the voice only to hear

the moment of time breathing time, as frost upon

the window is etched, so is time on my heart

where my heart, the heart of witness, does in time

move no more from a moment, and no greater through a day

than would a spindle from the heavens, spin

down, in a web of forgiveness, in a shower full of love

where in time does this answer beckon?

where in time does the reason mean more than truth?

find not are the ways of time, believing is more

more than a truth, is more than in my soul

but beyond all of life, i know that time does not shadow

beside the hearth, in kindle more than fire, these embers of heart do reckon

more than reason, and guide more than truth

belief is the witness, and knowing is the life, i must find

in riddles no more than reasons, in evidence before my thoughts

is it all, is it all in time, what time cannot reveal