Begotten Time

The chime of time, its beat to sigh,

Upon the shoulder, as we get older.

His message true, her heart to strew.

Forgotten sins, it all began,

As nature lures, the heavens plan.

And golden strings, throughout her hair,

Leave breathless winds, with time to spare.

Across the depth, and epic through,

Immortality glides, a moment too.

Take each turn, as the sun it burns,

And the moon it sneaks, without its turn.

The stars they fall, the dust it lays,

As swiftly as those golden days.

Hence we grow, as rainbows glow,

And in the night, the shadows light,

The darkness in, the world within.

And minds will seek, the peace without,

The prayers of love, with little doubt.

And truth will yearn, a fearsome word,

Across all space, at the fastest pace.

As minutes wash, and hours pass,

Time begets the silver past.

To fade across an epic sky.

A friend, an enemy, until we die.