I know the weight of time
Though it floats like a feather in the wind;
And I know it hurries not
Nor tarries for king or subject alike:
Like an endless stream it flows
From the mountains of heaven
To the quiet oceans of eternity…
It shines with the newborn day
And colours the faces of the sky,
It leaves a dimness in the eyes
When the shadows of night approach,
Like a flower it blooms and dies
And like an echo in the soul
It kindles in the heart memories of love…
It comes with a song of its own
Like the countless waves and the wind,
It strengthens and weakens alike
With a firm kindness unknown and untold,
It is the air we breathe,
It is the breath that leaves
A ripple in the surface of eternity…
It's measured and yet it's infinite
It's passing and yet it's never gone.
Sometimes like a friend it smiles
Sometimes like a foe it strikes;
In the deepest reach of thought
It's truth has not been found
And yet it's an easy tic-tack-toe
It's the light of an eternal day
The geometry plane of divine fantasy,
It's the gravity of the past
That keeps all things in place,
It's the flight of the future
The mill of fortunes and dreams
Forever, unknown and yet to be…