Time floats on evanescent wings.
Minutes make hours,
And winters make springs.
Bronze becomes silver,
And silver gets dusty.
The things that endure
Are the things that are trusty.
“Trust me.”
How does one know when to—
“Trust me.”
Time and time, when you say—
“Trust me.”
Everything works out, but —
“Trust me.”
Words are easy.
“My words are True.”
I know. ‘Til my time burns out, I will—
“Trust me?”
…Trust you.
‘Til I watch you roll away the night. And then…
“With me there is no ‘then’.”
All will be “now.”
All will be well.
“All will be perfect.”
Amen.