Test Of Time Poem by Abel John

Right from the rising of the sun,
Time crawls like the stepping of chameleon.
The moon laughs at the anxiety in these eyes;
Doors of days shut too sluggishly.

With this missing lass I could beat my chest.
The warmth of her breast will keep me mellow,
This promising lips like the honey flavour I swallow,
And her sacred habour unleashing favour.
I could hold my stomach seven days for tonight to last forever.

If I could but make the sun still,
Even ten years before the birth of Joshua,
There would be no darkness tonight,
And would be by your side lightening up the night.
The tides of loneliness beat my might,
No place for time's flight!

Can someone tell with wisdom
The prince of her kingdom?
Dare not point accusing finger at me!
Ha, I am worthy not of this adorable foresight!
And when would she give me a place to peruse her insight?
Maybe I should try, with consciousness, to invade her hindsight.
I can wait not any longer.