Time, The Crook Of Life Poem by Mary Murphy

Dark night moonlight upon your face
Silver Star glare inside your eyes
Oh the magic of that one place,
Just you and me and the evening skies.

Oh misty mountains far away,
Oh wavy lakes with calming souls,
You along with the ceasing day,
Are following nature’s powerful tolls.

But my friend and I are here unaffected,
No nighttime air can shake us now,
Our life cannot be further directed,
Or shown and told of where or how.

We stay here together just lying awake,
Watching the world and time take form,
Under the moon and starlight’s quake,
Within the night so cold yet warm.

Oh beautiful nature asleep this night,
We rest upon your mellow hush,
As darkness is now compressed by light,
And daytime forces its instant rush.

Good morning lakes no longer still,
And mountains with misty dreams,
No nighttime darkness is left to kill,
Now shine the sun’s golden gleams.

Each night of silence that passes us by,
With every sunrise that follows,
Becomes a day when we say goodbye,
To all that time slowly swallows.

Oh time, thief of night and thief of day,
Of moments of joy and moments of tears.
Time, the robber of words wished to say,
Yes time you’ve turned our days into years.

Each moment of deep tranquility rests
Within the moment we often overlook,
Memory proves useless in these times of forgets,
And time again is the thief, the robber, the crook.