With my greatest encouragement, I will coerce
The nature of the graceful beauty Time,
For her ageless beauty stands
Tonight in the path, as blinding light,
Between the girl’s heart and mine
While the toils of the sunrise are dealt
With in a world away from mine, I lay in
My arms and imagine an image absent
From that before my eyes
With howling of foreign wolves and crowing
Of morning birds, I am trapped in this
Mid-darkness, from which the moon
Refuses to rise and the sun hides
In this queerest hour I evoke the lady Time,
And I coerce her to obedience – for she
Is momentarily mine –
I plead for the resolution of the girl’s
Arms in mine, and playfully, She declines
Never a more mischievous spirit have I found,
That dances around my desires or thought, as
She runs through the wind in chimes, and
Trickles through slow droplets on my windowsill
Painfully stagnant as She goes, mimicking
Wintry condensations
She will not show me kind revelation, not tonight,
As my eyes search for the passage to Hers,
The undying, relentless Tyranny of Time
