Time's Whisper Poem by Makhosonke Dhlamini

I chase illusion; despair descends
When the sun melts at noon, time reveals reality's truth.
Oh dear, whisper to my conscience:
A month has passed; the benches remain.
The lilies are gone, yet they'll bloom elsewhere,
And time endures.
The garden lies empty, but the soil stays intact.
Let's sow seeds, for life mustn't be barren.
Oh dear, we must, for our own sake,
For time cannot be buried.

Makhosonke Dhlamini