Oh virgin time

Maybe it’s true
that there are such blessings
when once there appeared none

This shadow
this hanging thread of time
this beguile
relinquished its vanity
to reveal its truth
that there are such blessings
such fantastic landscapes
built upon snow
where moments are yet to be discovered
where time is fresh
from its labours
and where
where shadows recede
to reveal the beginnings of uncertainty

Oh virgin time
melt away
melt away
to reveal the spring.