Timeless

Up the stream of river time,
Against the grain of the ages,
I will wait for it, with the patience of the Sages;
Anticipate it as history turns its pages;
Tempest fuget: I’ll stand against Chronos’ rage.

Come w/ certainty will many novel faces…
They will find ambiguity with the passing of life’s phases:
Like fertilizer, they cultivate it.

I’ll watch the world die countless times as the season changes,
But when Spring reclaims it:
Bear witness to its vibrant resplendence.
Mother Nature smiles in celebration of my
Horologic independence;
My chronology’s evanescence.

Yes much will occur before “this,” long awaited…
Its distance is great and tediously faded.
I feel its temporal proximity decreasing daily.
I’ll surely see it consummated.

My heart, the bleeding pulsar, continually fuels my waiting.
Long lost is time to me, thus I know it won’t ever fail me,
It won’t…fail me,
It…didn’t…fail me…


©Brandon Baker, 2010