Eyes of Time

Taliesin Wordweaver

The smoke of memory thins and fades
arising from the flames
of lives gone by grown dim
Restore their flickering names!

Revive their ebbing coals, we all
are sparks in endless night.
In spiral loops we soar a time,
then fade, and end our flight.

My eyes become the eyes of time,
as frail and clear as glass.
The future flutters by, and I
observe these moments pass.

I hold my harp aloft, and sing
of what is yet to be,
and trace the river known as Time
as driftwood maps the sea.

As newborn moonlight falters down
I play my flute to call
the memories back, before they shred
like snowflakes caught mid-fall.

Of acorn sprouts, and crumbling cliffs,
and slowly whirling stars,
I raise my voice in song, and hear
the notes remain like scars.

My strings are cut, my flute is split,
it's time I passed along
this tune to you to play as due
I give you now my song.

But as the songs of yesteryear
return as echoes do,
I see again our hopes and dreams
arise, and bloom anew.

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