Must every sun always set -
no day can die or night have wept -
when time immortal has not slept.
Dials trudge on around the clock -
which spins out life 'till sands are cleft -
and suns shall fall when no sand is left.
Day would be full and long if forever -
sun could shine and no hand could call -
time on life; the sun must fall.
But may acceptance come and may i not fret -
when on my life the sun must set .
Comments
LawOfTheOne | March 9, 2008 - 00:45
your a member! oh the folks here at abctales dont know what they're in for.
DavidK | March 9, 2008 - 10:44
Very strong, but I don't quite understand the second line. It seems ungrammatical. Am I missing something?
keleph | March 9, 2008 - 11:34
The second and third lines are more for the flow of the poem than the meaning which the rest has (i started to write it without knowing where it was going) but they add a tidbit of hope (or denial). Think of "time immortal" as my lifetime.
LawOfTheOne | March 10, 2008 - 00:05
You're young, so where did all this depressed hatred of "time" come into your life?
keleph | March 10, 2008 - 16:16
it came from my existential mid-life thing (i was 14 at the time)