Time's Swift Ride...a Sonnet

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The window to the night is open wide

The earth; a silver chariot bathed in mist

I cannot sleep; thought beckons me to ride

An invitation I cannot resist

The moonlight bleeds a mellow, yellow glow

Before it slips into the onyx deep

A mystic vault where time and eons flow

In rivers formed by moments as they weep

And from its shores the stirring of a breeze

Ruffles June’s verdant maple canopies

Time, like an eager, dancing, prancing stead

Urges us on against our meager will

And though we beckon, barter, beg and plead

It rushes, even while the night is still

And every azure gasp of summer’s noon

Each pulse as pain and pleasure interlace

And every bursting bud of mortal June

Will flow into this vault of ethereal space

And all that was today will be no more

History seals the gates to its vast shore

Once, on a younger day its rush was sweet

We leapt upon this phantom stallion’s back

But now the bounding, pounding of his feet

Have trampled far too soon life’s beaten track

The window to the night is open wide

I catch the tempo of a languid tone

Akin to echoes on a mountain-side

Of mother calling all her children home

And to this plaintive call I must reply

For life is small beneath Time’s little sky

© Janet Martin

 

I Wanna Live- Glen Campbell