Time

Wherefrom did the time evolve
That our logic does not solve!
Where did it come to face
The time that had it debased.

Does the time bring itself to a close,
And with its light, spirited and lively bright glows
Ever and always let us experience bright,
Going afar with its dark, can it always be light;

In the eyes of many, will it stand as mosaic
And produce many patterns, and be poetic.
In the frigid drizzle of life, will it be a shade,
And with it summer solstice ever fades?

For the tides of summer ever create perspiring heat,
Will it all the way summer devour and beat?

For the time is what creates fuss and fluster
Let the dreadful hours go, let it not scare.

Time is such a ghost that loses its temper
And we are tempted for bad deeds, and lured.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin