Of Time and Fears
“It is not death but time I fear”
he said with sadness reflected eyes
and truth behold when feed the lies
of what we are or shall become
when death is near.
“And what is love we hold so dear?”
Ah, if love could only forever last,
It felt like rain in warm mid-spring
a gentle breeze, a storm now past.
“But what will be when we are done?”
We were but dust and dust alone
when love and life is just a fling
that leave a trace so hard to follow,
just taste the sweet and bitter swallow
for then one day the end will come
and it’s not death but time we fear.