I Passed the Gardens

I passed the gardens

On an afternoon stroll.

Schools of pigeons were

Drifting in sunshine’s warm lull

 

And up in a tree

Perched a sparrow,

Whose delicate beak

Unleashed tones, high and low.

 

But across, stood Time’s tower.

His hands move patiently, waiting to bell,

Lurking in shadows,

Waiting where no one can tell.

 

Time sells your memories

And will gladly steal

Love, beauty, soul�"

What is real.

 

Trapped behind glass,

Clawing at life,

Like quicksand, though you do not know,

Will only make the inevitable crack like ice.

 

And while you despair

Ponder this:

Treasure rusts, colors grey,

And light wilts to darkness.

 

Tread, tread lightly and

See with your blind eyes,

Listen though you cannot hear,

Sun and moon will always rise.

 

Shadows grow

As the day draws ill,

Time inches close, closer

‘Til his voice finally rings chill.

 

Dim, dimmer still;

The tall tower stood strong

And cloaked all in darkness

With everlasting song.  

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

It is really well done. Great work.

[ekbay72]

Thank you so much!