Age and time turn dust to ash,
and fly away on breezes past,
a silent word or unseen smile,
die again in timeless while.
Silence echoes deep within,
as shadows press upon her heart,
and haunting feelings bring the pen,
to etch upon the parchment fading.
Does time decay the steel store,
as it did the metal clay?
Or tears erode the solitude
and all the pain cease to display?
All time and childhood expire-
in lifeless breath a silence deep,
her aching soul her only friend,
yet that too is a lonely crier,
begging for the breaking dawn
all glorious in array.
An endless sphere of powerful beauty,
marching steadfast ever on-
transfixed on his effortless duty,
yet to her eyes the evil one.
Simply, softly, quickly, on-
blind and watchful, silently speaking,
mutely wise in ancient glory.
Yet he too will end.
Until that day of questions black-
never will he cease his motions,
never listening to her cries,
never straying from the tracks-
the greatest strength of ages past,
the future of all nations rising,
power, glory, beauty, wealth-
approaches Time in silent stealth.