Fair Time

Fair faces that I once adored,
Now I see them fade,…
Bend upon the powerful time,
A change would do you good…or would it?

Thy eyes that danced…
Is now filled with weariness,
It has now seen the whole world round,
Experienced deaths and losses…sufferings and pain,
Relations turn frail or strong or break…
…save an unhid talent, death to self.

And so you walk frail on your stick,
I recall how young and gay, you once were,
But you are still beautiful,
With time, the best thing to my life…

But who would hear,
Despite eyes of weariness,
And body frail to support,
Our hearts are young,
“For I loved you from within,
Never from the skin.”

A cadence of silence then filled the air.