Eternity

The hands tick 

and tock

across the face

with lines etched by the sands of time

deep and intricate, life spilling from the grooves

Tiny gold grains tumble, from chamber to chamber

from top to bottom, as it slips away

and all the while I am waiting, waiting for my turn

Through wars, and famine

as the winds carve rocks and the waters cut land

as the lonely sphere on which we stand 

spins solemnly and alone, around and around 

Never ending, inexorable and sombre

reminds me of someone

gold is precious

for its rarer than most

sparkling diamonds beset in the earth

hold over others incredible high worth

rare and beautiful, fleeting and pure

whilst the wind, while powerful, 

means nothing to the world

And thus is the same

for me, my friend,

for no worth is applied

to that which never ends

and while your light will flourish

and shine amongst the stars

before the flame flickers

and dies in my arms

My flame will linger

in the embers and the ash

as the brightest extinguish

forever gone, never back

and when the world lies burnt

and the sun has gone cold

I will still be here

Both young, and so old.