Time

Time, woven into shadows to come and fade,
or change into shades I no longer recognise –
the things you once wove upon this world
are things I’ve started to forget
(perhaps I never wanted to remember anyway).

All along your silken thread,
and the shadows it makes and breaks
year upon year, I can see your eternal, fragile shine –
Time, a beauty made so much from Emptiness,
strange but alluring like the night sky.