Elsething Poem by Etienne Charilaou

The flowers fade - time's effect.
Everything must have its zenith and pass.
On planets with no seasons
the cycles of growth and decay may not be
as apparent as they are on Earth.

Time goes fast,
and time goes slow.
But time goes, always forward is time's arrow.
In this stream pause a while to gain
as much of the timeless as you can.
Then onto the next task, and the next.
All is as it should be;
all is as it is.
Evil notwithstanding.

Soon, other Eyes will see other things.
The music so sublime - ever the clue to that which is most sublime.
Like an echo
much degraded
but nevertheless hearkening back to the original.

And while It is here; It is also elsewhere.