Of Passages and Longings

Of Passages and Longings


Anon and anon, time passes on,
into the mists of long lost Avalon.
It does not wait, nor does it abide,
for no man can be its guide.

It courses through uncharted water,
as searching for Poseidon’s daughter .
Diving depths, skimming shallows,
crashing waves upon the archipelagos.

Chances missed, chances lost,
at best an afterthought.
Form together, decompose,
All of this does time expose.

Longings true, longings deep,
aside these time cannot sweep.
Yearnings intimate, yearnings for you,
for these time cannot subdue.