Time’s a wanderer,
and it never settles down,
and will not stand still.
I met it one day,
and confronted it, this time;
in a second gone.
The frost white as snow,
lay silently bewitching,
and holding my gaze.
As complex as simple is.
Time’s a wanderer,
and it never settles down,
and will not stand still.
I met it one day,
and confronted it, this time;
in a second gone.
The frost white as snow,
lay silently bewitching,
and holding my gaze.