I am the time that was.
Famine, feast, birth, death.
I am the truth of it.
Endings, beginnings, and passing through
All written in my rings.
I am the time that is.
I burn away
The fever, the failure
Sobs and songs
Warm skin, every blink and breath
Words and deeds
Heartbeats and heartbreaks
Sear blue to white to gold and crimson
Black and white and gray
Mingle in the hearth,
Bitter and sweet
All crumbled into ash.
I am the time that will be.
Seeds sleeping under earth
Waiting for the sun and the dark
The wind and the rain and the ax.
I will return.
