My Mistress Time Poem by Brian Arguello

Miles from the shoreline, I sit idly
The Pacific soothes all moon, sun, sand, and sea creatures alike
Time does not comfort a hungry heart
Not that abysmal ocean without tide and without current
Our moon could not dominate her vastness
Nor the sun's rays command her
Many men of science attempted to calculate her
Calendars that fall, hands that meet
All in vain
Our Mother pushes the seasons at her whim
She stands free
Above the heavens' glow and all foreseen celestial shows
The mind runs a ravine's pace
Only death or sleep stops the flow
Time does not comfort my hungry heart
She stands still
Young lovers lust like coy criminals
Press their cries to roll into that one ball
To that overwhelming question
They DO dare
They do dare
We all share the eternal, incontrovertible sigh
Some cry
We all stem from the maternal vine
And ferment into a sweet wine
We pass and she drinks from her cup
I wait for the story to pass greeted by a notion
It is Time standing unnerved as all things crumble
Time watches from her unobstructed watchtower
Where below, we mumble and cower