Fleeting Time

O Heart! Why do you seek love in vain?
A Beauty that shall fade, why be insane
In rememberings, dead and departed
Through hands of time, oft dishearted.
Why! Muse on faded days and Years.
It is gone, lost and ever disappears
Unto a dimension of brutal alteration
Sans givin' it's entropy and formation.
Gone is the glorious sun and it's light
And hopes of days, ' Eventide's quite.
Mistly here you weep! Bosom Solitary,
On doomed Moments & All your Deary.
Begone! Begone! You Fleeting Time
Lest! abandon I and bury my prime.