Father Time
within life’s fabric
Intertwined,
always present
to birth the divine.
Lifts us up
into our Prime,
there with us
whilst we climb.
Reaching the apex
he turns away
slowly draining
we trek the decline,
closes his eyes and
weaves his twine,
squeezes our breath
one final time.
He marks the moment
A single Chime.
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Father Time
within life’s fabric
Intertwined,
always present
to birth the divine.
Lifts us up
into our Prime,
there with us
whilst we climb.
Reaching the apex
of our pantomime,
he turns away
as we trek the decline,
closes his eyes and
weaves his twine,
squeezes our breath
one final time.
He marks the moment
A single Chime.
OriginalFather Time
within life’s fabric
Intertwined,
always present
to birth the divine.
Lifts us up
into our Prime,
there with us
whilst we climb.
Reaching the apex
of our pantomime,
he turns away
as we trek the decline,
closes his eyes and
weaves his twine,
squeezes our breath
one final time.
He marks the moment
A single Chime.
Father Time
within life’s fabric
Intertwined,
always present
to birth the divine.
Lifts us up
into our Prime,
there with us
whilst we climb.
Reaching the apex
of our pantomime,
he turns away
as we track the decline,
closes his eyes and
weaves his twine,
squeezes our breath
one final time.
He marks the moment
A single Chime.