The passing of pauses down
Of alert alacrity, in watchful frown

Granting the ken to our kin
Of the waste, the war within

The woe is to wind
To what we all find

At the end of our days
The passing of the rays
To what beyond horizon lays

The leave to black
Never to come back

Tools to keep time
Legible; to refine
Keep straight the line

From past to present
To futures more pleasant

To keep the hope from the horror
To keep the lack from the more

The gift of times keeping
The watch we keep, weeping
The seconds keep leaking

As tears down cheek
That want the sea, and seek
Communion with the deep

What do we leave behind
But the past we lost to time
To memory,...