Time

Time crept like a little child's feet

He sat looking over 

His shoulder

As he fixed himself a seat

He rested for he was tired

Had always long desired

That his breath would mute the night

So he would not have to fetch light

For the impatient day

He saw many mornings die

And oh how the cunning nights try

to plead with him for them to stay

But he turned away

Making way

For the simpering day

Night and day search for portals

And even seasons searched for portals

As death searched for mortals

trying desperately to transcend

But they did not comprehend

That time is inevitable

Time understood that beauty is momentary

And the limitless possibilities of his immortality

The designs of nature's symmetry

And his exodus an eternity