Now

Do forgive me, Time, for not allowing you to be
For all the lute music I played you has left you but dry
And each time I approached a rhyme to read you poetry
Your mirror fancied you a memory long gone wry.

Do forgive me, Time Shallow, for opening the week's book
And leaving you sound verses of blissful joy and rain
Yet every letter you feigned to have read you mistook
For a love proof that you thoroughly deserved to gain.

Do forgive me, Time, for not ever having loved you
With your damp soles you covered my eyes with fear
- Of what you leave here, a pure sign I never trusted you
- Of what you take with you, a sign you hold me dear.

Do forgive me, Time Precious, for calling you my sister;
For walking down the valleys of dread with you alone
Indeed I took your rings and tied them in a whisper
That nights will bring me faster to what you've never shown.

Do forgive me, Time, for burying my nails beneath the grass
For all I've been and am answers your claim to see;
I never lived, nor touched your oddities, but only let them pass
My age, my hands, all is but if future molds me.

Do forgive me, Time reveled, for not opening my doors to you
That I shout now, on your way out of my garden;
For late I call myself only in your presence, before your shy adieu.
'The Time has come now!' - and all stone starts to harden.

Answered

that The pond misleads the weary astray beyond the trees:
i know A dreaded myth of sirens and a faerie black
but One mind cannot redeem a childish tale
as Haunting and immortal spring of song.
what Understanding in three years has failed to seize
a Better heart can take six months aback
i hear Chants of five days ever of wail
but In twelfth hour my petals' laugh is strong.

that A cunning eye can but well deceive
what A greater light will always relieve