Comments about Molly Powell
Through time, I say, I heard you sing,
Of weeks alone; of days for kings.
The ages long; the sleeping souls,
The many years in hunts for gold.
Millennia passed within a blink,
But minutes slowed to help me think.
And thought the centuries were slow,
These seconds dull; these hours woe,
I felt the call of your sweet voice,
Then aeons passed within a thrice,
For mans’ perspective time defines,
And times defined by my own mind.