Time Poem by joseph luka

It counts again
Again
…and again
That,
…Is time.


Divine dust treks…
Slowly fast
Across the earth
Speaking tongues
In dumb tones…
As it passes a bill.


There…
It goes
Whirling in cycles
And carrying tons
Of earth's aches…
It is the captain
Of all breaths.


See? !
How it sheds skin
From dusk…
To dawn to noon
And over again
To mold the winter
And its cruel siblings
This
…Is how it lives
Passing another bill.


…again
It goes
With ashes on fists
Crushing beauty
To wrinkles
…and with sickle
Reaping souls
Tender and due
A vanity to ponder.


Finally
It goes…
Faceless and maskless
Snatching papers
Nylons and feathers
Compromise…
Our heritage too.


Glide… soar
Slump and fall
The milky-way
Remains a sorcery
…And time,
wins again.