I cannot say I long for verdant fields of life,
Nor for cold days of lies,
Nor nights, nor truth,
Nor dark, nor light.
I cannot say I long for much,
Much of anything at all.
I wake to a rising sun, yet no warmth feel I.
No light, nor joy-
Only the pressing weight of Time.
I walk amidst dancing birds, yet no songs hear I.
No chimes, nor cries-
Only the eternal ticking of Time.
All about the world I look,
Timers and hourglasses.
Time lost growing time to lose,
And all things forever true,
None more than life in shortness,
And a Time now gone.
I cannot say I long for clear streams of hope,
Nor long nights of sad dreams,
Nor days, nor lies,
Nor life, nor death.
I cannot say I long for much,
Much of anything at all.
Today dies for tomorrow's birth,
Yet yesterday lies festering by a grave.
Neither forgotten, nor remembered-
Merely a dead tomorrow, once today.
Words unspoken live in tomorrows unborn,
Yet words re-spoken decay in today's un-dying.
And of all things once true,
True men die for false men's crimes.
I cannot say I long for sweet dreams of love,
Nor for rainy seasons of peace,
Nor songs, nor warmth,
Nor today, nor tomorrow.
I cannot say I long for much,
Much of anything but Time.
