Best Poems Written by Tyris Fal

The Harp of Time

The clock is playing a witching 
harp,
With every stroke it feeds the 
spell,
Ensorcelled people march,
As offerings for time to 
consume ,

If that path should be the fate,
Hold my hand before you 
haste,
Step aside from the crowd,
And the enchanting sound,

Infuse in me as a cure,
I infuse in you for sure,
To bite off a chunk of time,
For ourselves to rhyme,

And if I were but soul in dust,
Scattered in a desert land,
Be my rain and resuscitate,
The you in me to fascinate,
The marching crowd with a 
timeless blossom,

Copyright © Tyris Fal | Year Posted 2014