HOW SWEETLY THE FLOW OF MINUTES CONJURES

How sweetly the flow of minutes conjures! Since dawn of time the stars of snow fall. The instants toward not-being flee. Thus time pours years. And over the twirling of phrases Oblivion flows forth and quietly enters us. Deep in the midnight groves Binding the instants fast A darkling crystal grows: The monolith of Past. Not manifest to eyes, Fate's ever running trace: In the oncoming times -- Regret of bygone days. copyright 2014 Roman Pines