Time

Time

Time is burning

Every second of every minute

Every hour of every day

Burn away

Time is fleeing

Tick-tock goes the clockwork

Springs and levers

Pendulums and chains

Race and crawl

Time is telling

All the tales and lies

Every whispered, told, or shouted

Crawl into my reluctant ears

For all eternity

Time is mourning

Weeping, wailing, yearning

As men with hollow hearts

Cut time in far too shortened specks

To dry the blood of live itself

Time is cheering

At the child in rubber boots

Stomping in the puddles

Splashing mud and water

At their patient parents

Time is waiting

Far beyond the line of sight

Deep into the star-lit evening

Hiding in the corners

Of my brittle heart

Time

Time is freezing

Every year of every decade

Every century of every age

Freezing.