The night it came,
and I came too
Like falling rain
or morning dew
And slipping down
I found a seat
To set and rest
my weary feet;
The chair it rocked
and as I sat
The ticking clock
went forth and back
The silence came
and listening I
Played at this game
with noisy lies;
Until the time
in circling round
Wasted this life
without a sound
Protesting I,
rose from the chair
With but a sigh
to rend the air
But not a word
from mouth did come
No silver truth
from rusting tongue;
No say had I,
in silence time
Save simple lies
professed in rhyme
I sat back down
and breathed back in
Made not a sound,
and danced with sin;
The night it passed,
as someday I
Will deftly wave,
as time flies by
Ben Paynter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fleeting-time/
