Rhapsody in Time
Staring along the wavering chord,
Time resonating along its golden crest,
Its elliptical pulse measuring the breadth,
Looking-glass trails of slender stressed,
Lyre string aphelion,
Lithe the future’s bowing curve,
Offset the strumming birth, with
Vines ensnaring to preserve,
Irises marking this vantage,
Nascent fretting for the while,
Gone beneath the shuddered hands,
Years beyond the smile,
Of the rhapsody in time they sang,
Under radiant sheets folded in the rain,
Finger-falls that balanced time,
Opaque shells for the arcane,
Reverberations curling,
Echoes refracted in the oval space,
Vitreous floods of faded sounds,
Entwined with tales of opal face,
Ripples curving a mercurial sphere,
Aqueous perceptions of the line,
Ne’er broken flow of spectral hue,
Descending to entwine,
Accrued in hands cupped just below,
Listened palms that catch the sky,
Watch clouded spires of fire and ice,
Answered by only chords on high,
Yes, I see the space between,
Some elevation where pools the past,
Nexus for fragments of overwhelming joys,
An ode to life unsurpassed,
Drawn ‘cross bars of imagination,
I’ll pen the figure and the form,
And it plays in ways, heartstrings ablaze,
… The rhapsody that held time’s storm.
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