Time

 I just posted it so my page wouldn't be so empty. Sorry if it's not any good.

The calm of the morning shadow, the cleansing of the dawn's dew.

As my heart clings to the remnants of night, and my mind looks to the dance of the day.

The earth is the face of a clock, with the sun's hand of the hour and the moon's minute, as time brutally turns.

If time were a man, old and wise, though young and boisterous, we would not be friends.

For he is mean, harsh and unforgiving, and he hates the seventh sin of sloth.

O Victorian lamp of heavy blue, it flickers, bathing me in green under the oak.

Song of sadness, O chime of desolation, how oft beautiful thou art. So play on O lady of shadows, and cleanse me of my deep wounds.

Author's Note

I actually have no idea how to write poetry. Also I am afflicted with dysgraphia and dyslexia, so any mistakes in those areas, point them out and I will do my best to work on them.