Time takes on its many filtered wings

by K. Leigh

Time takes on its many filtered wings.

It stretches on; eternity it sings.

The future is like a new day rising

Over hills and vales, dark clouds dying.

Or is it luminous with last moonlight,

Perfect ending to a perfect night?

It can creep slowly at an inchworm's gait

Or roll like thunder, without a wait. 

Its greatest enemy is waste

Which only leads to further haste.

Its best friend is efficiency

Which leads to more proficiency.

Time that's here is not time there.

It's different everywhere.

It leaps in minutes, but mostly hours,

So travelers beware!

Time is like a precious gem

Expensive, costly, to all of them:

One's family, employer too,

All who claim to know you. 

Time is the ingredient

Needed for change to make a dent.

With it, the truth can "sink in."

Past memories become more dim. 

Old wounds are healed and made better.

Recipes change from letter to letter.

Wars are won and peace is kept.

Walls are built, toppled, or leapt.

Important documents are signed.

Winds make the mills grind and grind.

Inventions are made; diseases are cured.

Or disease takes its toll, the body tortured.

Functions stop working; pipes start to leak.

A paper is finished in only one week.

Not one word would be written,

No lovers would be smitten,

No friendships would last,

No rockets would blast,

No memories would be,

No puppies would see,

No poems would rhyme,

But for the passing of time.

The background is "sunburst" found at "Choice of Backgrounds."

The music is "Bitterweet Symphony" found at the "Midi Archive" from the Ultimate Midi Page.