Time

I remember how the warm sand flowed

inside my inert hand

and in my heart I felt my sad fate,

that the day was growing short

Suddenly restlessness assailed me

because of the equinox that makes leaves fall

and turns with its mane of mist

the golden shores into pale seeing.

Urn was my hand

Hourglass was my heart in turmoil,

My wrinkles shadows of pin

My face dial of sundial

And now as I watch it all fall silent

in a pale sunset of a summer gone

is quieted within me that torment

that gives me no peace

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