Passing Time

Survey the stars fall
From here, the all
But passing time
The coolest clime
Absolute
Transmute
Complete install

Skies come and go
And in forever always show
But passing time
An upward climb
Perhaps
Collapse
Reverse the flow

Stand to think
And in this ceaseless just one blink
But passing time
Could miss the chime
The seeds
The needs
Finding the chink

Nought beyond
Proverbial pond
But passing time
A speck of grime
Ticking
Tricking
Waving the wand

©2006 Hey Hey

That one transcendent line alone sends me soaring:

"From here, the all"

And all the other lines as well, but that is the seed from which this poem grows and ripens to bloom in my heart.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

in the universe, one can always raise higher from high ...

you are a friend indeed.