In Always Time.

Free-Verse Poetry.

IN ALWAYS TIME.

We poets live in always time
How we indulge our senses in this play
To outwit the harsh length
Of a heavy time and the duty of routine
In our time...
There is escape from the rules, the hours
The torment of clocking in and off
For the imagination has no sense of time

 

And we poets join a happy band of artists
Those who lose all sense of cruel exactitude
As we play games in our own mists
And create a joy of reading
We Poets...
We have it all in free-flow
Our colours and our happy times
When nothing constricts us to harsh reality
And no-one pays our wage

Then, to love...
I say, love is a ‘Merry Heart'
For…
My poets’ blood gives me an always time
That poetry gives no alteration in age
And I write… Of love
What sweet pleasure is the mind
Delivered to all imaged plays
Does illusion find
Treasured joy, no altered memory sways
For love has no changing state
Though colours can over-power the greys

Dear imagination’s timeless gait
Which knows only endless Summer days
Neither winters’ discontented trial
Nor sad approach does bear the weary ways
Or to stare at poor ending's poison phial
When love, within all-time stays

For imagination’s completed task
Is the joy of my beauty’s mind
No more treasure does any man ask
Than this…
This imaged blind
And my love for you in this poetic romance
This face of you which stays ever
Young to this heart of mine...
I might find a change of never
In always time.