Keith D Trestrail Poet Lyric

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Father Time

In that similitude of spirit and gaze
  I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
  old man, I am your son and proud to be.

In the dark days and darker nights of us
  when the Angel of Death entered our home,
father, I saw in you a map and compass
  but I was lost and destined to roam.

For in that we are all a vassal to age
  no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
  or rail against its synchronicity.

So it is in the time of tide and flow
  between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
  and hold dear the tides of least resistance.

Truly ever decreasing circles besot
  the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
  but wise to your end and your exemplar.

Wise to our earthly labours and pleasure,
  and all that was ventured and lost or won
for insofar love is the true measure
  I shall be its keeper when you are gone.

I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
  he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
  yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.


           Written: October 2004

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