PAUSE

Why Time turn?
why can't he lie over his crooked back
with his face turned to other side,
clasping Change under his arms,
embracing her face to his breasts,
enticing her with his lullabies?

Why Time wake up
and let Change fly?
swashing away the composure of centuries.
and belittling every great try.

Why time has to be so adamant?
Can't for once he let her go?
break his promise to be with her?
Just wait, date a date.
marry a week, commit to some month?
be with them and not bail out again,
Not run away, again.
to be with her, to be with his Change?

Isn't he alone? Isn't he tired
for centuries now?
Running over the tombs of oblivion,
leaving footprints over history
and then overrunning those steps
in order to catch Change
to embrace her, to feel complete.

Why can't time just be late?
have patience, be static, wait,
tied to a single state?
Stranded on a moor,
with his great white beard
flowing in the breeze
and his dreary eyes fixed
over the blank blue horizon.

and for once,
let her pass,
let her go.
and be in peace.