Tick Tock

Dusty window panes of time

     touching the quarter moon

     feeling subtle sigh of the breezes

     sparring with years past

     filling life with counted stars

Dusty window panes of time

     hiding souls that time forgot

     falling in unstaunched rain

     nights threatening no tomorrow

     life sailing by, waving goodbye

Dusty window panes of time

     eras hiding behind cover of clouds

     witnessing loss in lingering time

     vacillating shifting of wind

     until days seal weary eyes.

Dusty window panes of time

     holding tightly hands of destiny

     life carved on a tree forever

     words written on parchment

     will survive for all time.