Speak To Time

Far from the prodding eyes He toiled, with the wits and strength of men, like thousand armies, He bore the world with words Till mortal frame fell, dying to all the world calls good, with the flickering embers of his own dreams, He bowed in suspense and silence, Beaten, Battered, And broken by death he veiled his scar, bleeding, and the sparkles of life lose their shine in the eyes save the heat of stale tears, keep the bayonet in the scabbard, The wars are over, Death, it had its power in suspense from the hung cross, he died to all, and this, It kills but once, The struggle is done, Mourners on the street. A star is removed from vain toil, Beaten, Battered, And broken. pain now paean, the vanity toil is over, aches now veiled, Time, passing time. pilgrims walks thy earth, unknown, unsought, unsung, Yet Happily they go. earth's slavery over. Pour your jars of unshed tears into our empty dregs Mortality transformed, into another realm break these iron walls of silence Speak to voiceless frame now in glory they look down but not back, all the silent wishes are over Cherished dreams suspended! Speak, Life is wilting Speak to time, ere the Morning comes, where men says' Adieu.