Tempus Fuget by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 2007
Published 28 February 2007 :: Poetry
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From time wrought
upon iron wings
sporn of fury
borne of naught
from times spun web
man takes breath
and yet from breath comes naught
an incling of life
or love
nor does it carry passions
for either
from time
Birds may learn flight
and yet time itself
carries no wings
no logic
and carest naught
for either
and whilst time
may taketh flight
laying its kiss
upon small
and large
alike
no secret does it breath
nor whisper
fore no secret is held
no chance for escape
but for time
i had one chance
to hold thee
within arms of spirit
within arms of love
and time cared not
for that spirit
that love
i now commit
upon the earth
Never again to see
