Half Past
Time
Far outside
the dizzying walls of city lights
-back
pressed upon the soft, wet, mat
Of undefiled
green-
I pry the
ancient stars for signs,
Soul hungry for
the kindling of visions
long hidden
in the secrets of the night-sky.
Behind the yellow
and neon coloured walls,
Onward,
Onward, surges the charge of time;
Pressing
forward. Ever urgent.
Digging up the
new. Burying the familiar.
Till decades
pale into centuries.
Vanity has
cast her spell-
The city has
bleached her face to new shades:
Where tongues
once lit with fondness,
they hiss with
plot.
Where lines
once broke into smiles,
they furrow despair.
And laughter,
where it once rang rich, and deep,
is polished
to gasping silence!
All which is
on earth may change,
But the
night-sky is ever fixed.
Though Man is
deaf to signs,
the
footsteps of doom draw near.
Age is not
Time’s fool.
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