Time

 

O, Time of mine,

Flit and fly

By the morning light

To heed the speed

Of this mourning’s life

That cries its plight

For ever’s need

To live

In death despite.

 

And please haste

For time she makes

In each step she takes

Toward the bless’ed light,

That of the dark

Of healing might

For her bleeding heart,

Giving way to night,

Beats cold of dying hearth

 

And soar safe my child,

Your wings of hands forever flying,

And if they were but so still,

So many lives saved of dying,

Through lack of living;

‘Tis worth the giving

To fight the blight

That has taken over our lives

Since the dawn of time?

Author's Note

Can you tell I was a little rhyme happy? I don't know. This is my second poem after "My God" that I also wrote in class. In this one, I believe English class did not escape my lack of attention. And of course, math had lost it long ago. Actually. This one took advantage of every single one of my classes. Even track. (Inspiration comes from the weirdest places...) Not to say it took long to write. This one was pumped out in a day or so. Just whenever I felt bored or a good rhyme coming up. Not that my rhymes are any good, persay, but they are much better than what they used to be! Anyway, as (almost) always, there's meaning to this one. As with "My God" but I figured that was obvious. Scratch the surface. Find one meaning. Keep digging, and you'll eventually hit the core. After that? CHINA! :P Anyway, take what you will from it. I won't expect anything more.

Reviews

[amailleia]

Um...I'll just skip straight to my fave part: CHINA!. Lol. Anyway, I've given up trying to hit deeper meaning. But I like the way this one flows. You write non-rhymers just as well, but this one has a good rhythm to it.