Monday, August 07, 2006

Who knows where the time goes?


I watch life emerge from the centre of your cry,
observe the green seed as it surely grows,
then shrivels with a helpless sigh.
Who knows where the time goes?

We scarcely note the passing of the sun,
smile at the melting of the snows,
heedless of how the grains have run.
Who knows where the time goes?

The last wells gasp dry,
the weed supplants the rose,
light bleeds from a wounded sky.
Who knows where the time goes?

The gums of the Sphinx recede,
sand clogs the pharaoh's nose,
dims the eyes that failed to read.
Who knows where the time goes?

Nina Simone, High Priestess of Soul, we miss you, but your spirit and your voice live on.

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