Day did spend its minutes,
spread the hours around,
race the moments honoured;
rescue hidden ground.
Night did cloud the mind,
ticking through the dark,
measure of our dreams;
host as truths impart.
Life did state humility,
pressed the soul to learn,
patron of eternity;
so the spirit yearns.
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Tick tock time runs like a cool stream of spring water through these lines...lovely
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm in this....and that last stanza is magical in its timelessness.
ReplyDeleteSadly humility is not a valued trait these days, despite the beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteExcellent rhyme and meter in this poem. Very nicely done.
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