TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 17

The weather is bright. The birds are singing their tune. Autumn's leaves give way to cold winds and the potential for frosty weather. Do you dream of a White Christmas? My Princess does not, she is in love.

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“The strongest of all warriors are these two — Time and Patience.” Leo Tolstoy

Time Unravelling

As staid a concept as time is,

It began to unravel,

No more minutes waited,

Or hour past and spent.

Time stood still and so waited himself,

As he had to wait for circumstance,

As the only time the Princess knew,

Was the glance of the Troubadour.

The poet had her heart you see,

In the poetry of Romance,

So poor time no longer waited,

But watched.

She could not be late,

She could not arrive,

She could not even make

A languorous sigh,

As the would imply,

The World did exist,

Apart from the Prince’s kiss.

So Time became a chronicler,

No longer ticking the seconds,

He wrote a tale as old as Himself,

That of true love.

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.” Hermann Hesse