The deep blue sky is scattered with <br />white wisps of ephemeral clouds, <br />that which comes and goes most obvious <br />to these alert and careful eyes. <br />Obscured from view, the heavens <br />with stars ablaze and hidden from my gaze <br />they to must come and go in days <br />not measured by a mortal day or night <br />which only sees the ephemeral clock <br />of creation’s passing fancy. <br />The stars measured out like gods <br />with their allotted time to stand and shine <br />and surpassing these flimsy time spanned spangles <br />what is it that; everlasting, <br />watches as time itself <br />crumbles and succumbs to its self ordained stop <br />as space itself turns up on end <br />and sinks back into the waves of existence.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-time-2/
