An Immortal Being

As gentle as the wind it blows.
As soft as silk is it's caress.
Like a bright sun it glows.
So nonchalant in its progress.
Such is it's prowess.

Time in its eternal glory,
Consumes man's fury.
Taking in stride,
All that comes,
It's up for a ride,
That sure becomes.

Time is immortal,
Yet so mortal.
At times it feels
As if it reels,
As if it drags.
So temperamental in it's plight,
Is this immortal being.

Through our joy and pain,
Through our loss and gain,
An unyielding companion it is.
A silent spectator,
Smiling a mischievous smile.
For it knows of the joy and gain,
That is yet to come.

For time is the dictator,
And he knows,
All that begins,
Has an end.
And as we go into the abyss
Whence we came,
It too shall follow us.
For our time,
Shall perish with us.

Such is the mortality of the immortal time.