Time Too

Poem By Egal Bohen

T wo
I ndependent
M oving
E lements

Are all you need for Time
One to go
One to stay
There you have the start of a day
This may sound too simple
For those who would dwell
For hour after hour
On theories more swell
But I have this feeling
That if all should stop
There’d be nothing to measure
For my dear old clock
For before there was movement
Then nothing took Time
Just a mighty great One thing
Stuck in its prime
Pure separation
It would seem was the crime
That put us in motion
Sent us off down the line
But where it began
Well, now there’s a thought
This must have been
Where we left the first nought
Since then have we travelled
Our worlds, if not us
For considerable periods
Turning to dust
So long has our travel
Since that point been
That now we all live a continuous dream
No past and no future
Just present it seems
Everything joined
With no gaps in between
But Time is the one thing
We cannot divorce
From our life on earth
A formidable force
Yet though it’s quite simple
To see Time extends
It’s considerably harder
To know where it ends
We cannot begin
With our minds to discuss
That complex question
How Time affects us
For the nature of Time
If Man ever could know
Would shatter his dreams
And his mind in one blow
But one thing within us
Would still remain
Untouched and unblemished
Not aged
Just the same
Born from a place
On which Time has no claim
That essence of seeing
Which dwells in our frame
Our Spirit
Our Being

Known just by our name

Comments about Time Too

Absolutely beautiful! I've already read it some time ago and it's even better on a second or third reading. Superb structure and content. Highly original and Masterful. Your words are the nectar that feeds the soul.

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