..... poetry .....



"Time Watches Over Thee"

'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—

May 2010




©2010, Michael Smolens