Time

Desire’s lips,
A taste of delicious misery.
Lay on her bed,
but do not sleep
Her pleasures full of hot passion,
burning youth to ashes,
sweeping the beauty of young yesterday
into memory dust.
And today, arises in a thick black cloud
of ugliness
a defect of time.
A new season approaches
Time quickly moving from summer to autumn
the trees that once laughed and gossiped
quickly become mellow
time progresses
autumn to winter
whispering voices turn into echoes
silence,
it’s only the murmurs and whining of the wind that is heard.
Another stage begins with the coming of spring’s seeds