I asked the sundial on the ground,
\nhow old does earth become?
\nWhat is the time of light
\nmelting on the rock?
\nIs my shadow
\nthe second hand of yesterday?
\nDid you shine through me
\nwhen I was born?<\/p>\n
So I asked the hand of light
\ncoming through the window.
\nIs everything a clock?
\nThe way a book casts its shadow
\nmorning, noon, and night.
\nIs night a place
\nwithout time to tell?
\nIs it always there?
\nSo many dreams are timeless there.
\nWhen I stand in the sun
\ndoes my life shorten back to youth?<\/p>\n
How much time is hidden in a rock?
\nSuch unbelievable eons touch my hand
\nso quiet, so still.
\nA limestone trellis of forever.
\nIf I ran fast as light
\nwill I be young again?
\nOr too fast for time to tell?
\nOr be timeless
\nwithout time\u2019s arrow
\nplunged in my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I asked the sundial on the ground, how old does earth become? What is the time of light melting on the rock? Is my shadow…<\/p>\n