I hear distant reverberating whispers of the Past
I, a traveler and you Father Time, we converse in hushed tones
Our words, revolving like dances in shadows and stones.
Traveler:
I say Father, keeper of time, thou relentless silent chaser of the human need for immortality,
Do you not become tired of this eternal race?"
Father Time:
"My dear Traveler, I am but a silent sojourner and warden of moments,
Keeper of ages, of all life's multi-faceted components".
Traveler:
"I imagine that locked away in your vast halls, reside my memories which I long to peruse
Of my loves and losses, my aches and pain, my downfalls and my triumphs resting side by side?"
Time:
"Within my infolds and outfolds, your tales I safely keep,
Cradled softly, as you sleep, weep, or nestle in fond embraces."
Traveler:
"Can you return what once was mine?
The laughter, the tears, the losses, the gains and all the days so fine?"
Time:
"Look ahead, for life's essence is to flow,
Embrace the now, and let the past go."
Their voices fade, a distant best to be forgotten blend,
And Father Time he kept moving on, seemingly without end.
And so, this poetic exchange between a traveler and the embodiment of time
Still continues on down the annals and ages...never ending!
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Comments (4)
Whoaaaa, this was so profound and beautifully written! Loved this so much!
Novel, I like your imagination traveler.
That was really good. The conversation between the traveler and father time was a scene and a poem. I never thought of writing a poem in this manner, very smartly done!
Bravo, Novel! This is remarkable