The night it came, <br />and I came too <br />Like falling rain <br />or morning dew <br />And slipping down <br />I found a seat <br />To set and rest <br />my weary feet; <br />The chair it rocked <br />and as I sat <br />The ticking clock <br />went forth and back <br />The silence came <br />and listening I <br />Played at this game <br />with noisy lies; <br />Until the time <br />in circling round <br />Wasted this life <br />without a sound <br /> <br />Protesting I, <br />rose from the chair <br />With but a sigh <br />to rend the air <br />But not a word <br />from mouth did come <br />No silver truth <br />from rusting tongue; <br />No say had I, <br />in silence time <br />Save simple lies <br />professed in rhyme <br />I sat back down <br />and breathed back in <br />Made not a sound, <br />and danced with sin; <br />The night it passed, <br />as someday I <br />Will deftly wave, <br />as time flies by<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fleeting-time/
