All I Have Is Time

Through chasms of dust and flame Wrought by thunder, fire, rain There be I; the observer. Throughout the ages, countless names they did prescribe; The harvester, the one who guides, a prince, time. And my task, like the sun, endless, treacherous, divine. A tricky business this thing called love Trickier still if left untended, like grass under the snow. But she was beautiful, more so to me, in my longing could not interfere in mortal fate. Alas, I only observe, collect, clean slate. I know not to where shall she in her eve transpire, all I do is guide But yes I shall wait, for all I have is time.