Grandfather Time

The musty scent of well-worn books
the spit and crackle in fireplace nooks
when a resonant chime of a grandfather clock
breathes the rhythmic chant: tick-tock

and memories of time before all time began
begin to chime yet once again
within the sultry silence of a night
spent once again within a solitary flight

of one soul seeking
ever reaching
for the mystery conceived
as life became the base belief

of sound and rhythm that become
a beat of savage drums
drifting in the dark of night
while safe and warm, the fire's light

induces an hypnotic spell
magical, the wisdom wells
to tell the base and basic tale
of ancient truth that wells

to life yet once again
seeking still, in the womb, the way
of its deliverance
in time . . .


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