Father Time
Old age slithers up like Night,
Far out of mind when the sun is shining in Now.
Looking back down the twisted path of life to wonder why
Father Time decided to hurt me so.
When all I wanted was to frolic a day longer,
Darkness seeped through the blinds of my window.

Yellow, shimmering rays cut through the panes of my window
Before I had ever heard of the dark place called Night;
And in each waking moment, I would have spent longer
Enjoying the beautifully simple things of Now
If only someone had told me so.
Currently, all I can do is wonder why.

But the Era of Why
Started first from inside the window
With small things out of place and nothing just so.
I was not ignorant, but still I could not see Night
Swiftly becoming Now,
Forever expecting my youth to last longer.

So I stare Father Time in the face a little longer
As he entices me to follow him, and I wonder why
He must be such a thief of Now.
Why does he lurk outside of my window
Pretending that there is nothing to be afraid of in Night?
Why does the fading sunlight hurt my heart so?

But maybe Father Time is not trying to hurt me so.
Maybe the night holds more secrets than I can tell, and maybe no longer
Will I be burned by the sun’s rays if I let Night
Drown me in its calm lack of why.
Maybe, just maybe, I will willingly – but cautiously -- climb out of my window
With Father Time to explore what is outside of Now.

There are shining stars in the heavens of Night, unlike Now;
And the peaceful crickets do not sing so
Beautifully in Now as they do when I finally climb out of my window
Into the dark wonderland of lighting bugs and fireworks. No longer
Do I continually ask why
Because I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of Night.