Time ticks compass in an instant,
Sure as darkness is to light;
While some things sail on constant,
Others bleed like day to night.
The future that dark ocean stretched
‘Cross tempestuous waves of time;
Blank, untouched by brush, and fresh,
Brings your portrait to my mind.
The past, like an armada, slow,
Drifts safely to the brink;
But in the future’s sunny glow
Aged transport starts to sink.
Dragoons from the stern escape,
Maps of past-discovered lands
Gold glinting time inviolate
Priceless portrait sinks to sand.
Friendship flows to love,
Warm passion chills to hate,
On dying winds a living dove,
As early turns to late.
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