A true sorceress of rhyme
I am but an alchemist of time
blending future, present and past
in this indelible ink meant to last
Withstand these passing years
impervious to all these tears
that try to then erode away
all of these things I say
For what was and will be
are always the same to me
fitting neatly in my hand
yet as elusive as sand
While I stretch them out
both faith and doubt
weave them together tight
forever bound in the write
So they may finally sink
sealed up within this ink
trapped here in this page
awaiting some better age