time – The Flaneur

Unknown

Upon the hidden tombstone, A name now lain in moss, Had one time been a loved one, Been thought a tragic loss, He’d walked among the cornfields, Been hapless in the snow, He’d felt the […]

The Rags of Time

Fleeting, we say, is the youth that we seek to hold Beyond its natural span; we clip our own wings In protest of our age. Flightless and old, We can but pretend our age is […]