When time began…he had a friend
He traveled with…he called him wind
They swept across the universe
And witnessed both…best and worse
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock…a chiming bell
A babe asleep…and all is well
An urban blast…a ghetto flutter
Human beings…in a gutter
The tinkling of a hanging chime
With each tinkle…a chunk of time
Ceaseless laps ‘round cosmic glory
And every breath adds to the story
Solar winds blow hot in space
Time draws lines upon a face
Autumn’s leaves blow to and fro
Then soon it is the time for snow
They work together hand in hand
A Tempest or Timex wristband
In ancient times they used the sun
Shadows told when day was done
When warm spring breezes from the North
Thawed frigid hands…brought summer forth
With eyes and ears both wind and time
Have witnessed grandeur…and inane crime
Tick-Tock, that old clock and then a knock upon the door
Dread-Walk, the tears drop, a handkerchief sop, cold draft’s of war
Sometimes a blustery gale or just a gentle breeze
And bells are tolling somewhere…as pretty as you please
A destructive, deadly hurricane…a soothing brush across your face
One ages very quickly…one at a slower pace
Round and Round they circle the eternal spinning globe
Their beginning or their end?…a question no one knows
Every silence broken…every word so said
In dusky times so spoken…encompassing the dead
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock…Time for me… soon will stop
Take me ageless friend…spread my soul…upon your wind
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