Time, Oh Time
The wind sweeps the clouds; bares a canvas painted blue.
The sun blazes and hides his face; the star winks and smiles
Away his age. The moon alone floats, lays bare her
Bumps and crags, unruffled by sun's glare.
Over half a century since we met; over four decades
Since we parted, the wind of joy and frown
Has grated on the once smooth faces,
Furrowed contours on a once plane land.
How I wish time revealed his tricks when I was young.
I would have fought, be a sunflower through to dusk;
And float like summer moon, swinging in purple dress.
Time etched the first line the day I was born,
And set my life in entropic flux. But death!
Oh, it wears no mask—ever bold, assaulting;
Wears down slowly what's dear in me.
Time! Oh time! My friend and foe!
© 2016
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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