Time ticks temporary
sentinel seconds scud silent.
slow viscous flow, inching towards the curtain.
which ripples out warm welcoming cloak.
the stage is set, eternity awaits.
arrangements made final finite finale.
mask of time falls, last trumpet sounds
daeth's fanciful fugal fanfare
Sequences of time comes and goes. Slow viscous flow silently ripples. Ripples with purity transform us as eternity waits for us through birth sand death. An amazing philosophical poem is well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Andy, such a brilliant write............................