A Passage of Time

Autumnal bliss is slowly waning.

while Time was my first embrace of true love,

it was a cruel one at that.

one that was gone as soon as it was felt.

such anger fills my soul, that Time

deceived me. how callous of such a thing

to let the bliss subside so swiftly.

the auburn leaves decay with such haste,

the hue of my hair faded gray, my humor erased.

such is the nature of parabolic Time

in its cruel but tonic array.

it is the yearning for more Time

that renders one small,

a grain of sand in the grand scheme of Time.

but such is enough,

to feel, to earn, to be lucky to yearn,

and that fact alone, time and time again,

renders me small, but just light enough,

to lift and lend Time

an embrace of my own.

how lucky I am

to rise during the Fall.