Added by on 2012-06-14

Oh me, oh my, when art thou time?
A long a time a waiting, patience is fading.
Everyday walking, the rain is coming. Set
forth thou valiant stranger, open the gates
to thy gallant refuge. Myrtle, Birtle, she says.
Cometh my dear, grasped thy into thou arms.

Mumbling and tumbling, hardships passing.
Walking and talking, everyday working.
Swim the seas to thy soil of blessing

Dear cupids and fairies and dwarfs and lilies.
The days are passing, a long a time a waiting.

One comment on “When Art Thou Time?

  1. TheDenDragon on said:

    This is a beautiful piece for so many reasons. The language leading to a more traditional and almost fantastical feel, the simple but gentle flow, and just the general style of the poem. It leaves me with this feel of gentle nostalgia, due to it’s play of time, but also provides solid imagery that’s just beautiful. A job well done!