Under Time's slow light
I saw the dream- like faces
Of those I once knew,
So long ago. Under Time's
Soft, curious light,
I saw all the things that could
Have been, but alas,
Never occurred. Under Time's
Revealing light, old
Wounds poured with fresh blood.
And the clock ticked by
Like a lingering disease.
Under Time's cruel light,
The passing of life's green age,
And deep flowered dawns,
And the healing ways of Love.
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