to time,
you are older
than all of us
and so beautiful
yet so far,
so solitary;
how does it feel
to watch as the very
essence of your being
slip into the pink sky.

though your heart is lonely,
sweet lady of time,
you are not alone
for as time rushes from your lips,
the entire universe follows.

to passion,
you were built from fire
built to breath
into the hearts
of passionate lovers
everywhere
but I see you weep
over the the destruction
in the eyes
of lovers unrequited
overcome and overwhelmed by the flame
and as a result
they are burned
they are scarred.
but passion,
just know that
you are not to blame
the fire you yield
can be dangerous
to those who
are afraid and
reckless.

you are the perfect flame

and to time and passion both,
you are a sweet collection
of universal elements,
of stardust and ash,
of flesh and bone.