'Tis Time that watches over Thee
and sets its Mighty Sails
into hallowed winds.
Thy compass doth not lie,
nor protest your rich journey
into Untold Ventures.
Forsake alarm at the apparent confusion
that besets an oscillating stage—
a Calamity turning into Calm,
a Treasure becoming Treason—
all to your weary heart.
Rather, allow thy faculties to Savor
a vast multitude of aromas
whose origins will forever remain a Mystery—