With these hands I turn back time.
Who else can say that they have mine?
The Clock goes ever onward for all but me.
Don't you wish that you could see?
All eyes are blind to all but the physical.
Eyes I have to see the temporal.
Run through walls before they're there.
I hop and skip and walk on air.
A whisper and a knock on a door goes unheard,
and no one ever even hears a word.
Said in time I weave a rhyme
a song so true of heavens dew.
Mists are forming and pleasant view,
trees and grass are green anew.
Sun now shines forth on pastures fair
to make fields green in farmer's care.
All appears to flow like clockwork true
Moving ever on in rhythm and you...
You see me go by and I grow and
yet I never die while everything turns to sand.
Sand in an hourglass is the lives
of people flowing on time and falling, how wise
Men say 'live, for the day will end'
and lives fade and blow away on the wind.
But I see all things come to pass by so fast
and in the end only earth will last.
Until the day