O’ seeker of the eternal dawn, behold!
Time unfolds its pages, silent yet bold.
Each hour a verse, each day a line,
Inscribed by the hand of the Infinite Divine.
In the morning of youth, the heart ignites,
A restless flame that scales the heights.
Dreams surge like rivers, unbound, untamed,
In the chapter where the self is named.
Midday arrives with its trials and test,
The soul is tempered upon life’s crest.
Fortune and sorrow, joy and despair,
All ink the manuscript with meticulous care.
Twilight whispers in golden decay,
Lessons of love and loss, revealed in grey.
The moon glows high, a witness serene,
The sun casts light upon the path unseen.
In every shadow, in every climb,
Behold the beauty hidden in time.
Night descends with its silent decree,
Time folds its scroll and sets the spirit free.
For life is a book, divine and sublime,
And you are the poet of your own chapter in time.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
O’ seeker of the eternal dawn, behold!
Time unfolds its pages, silent yet bold.
Each hour a verse, each day a line,
Inscribed by the hand of the Infinite Divine.
In the morning of youth, the heart ignites,
A restless flame that scales the heights.
Dreams surge like rivers, unbound, untamed,
In the chapter where the self is named.
Midday arrives with its trials and test,
The soul is tempered upon life’s crest.
Fortune and sorrow, joy and despair,
All ink the manuscript with meticulous care.
Twilight whispers in golden decay,
Lessons of love and loss, revealed in grey.
The moon glows high, a witness serene,
The sun casts light upon the path unseen.
In every shadow, in every climb,
Behold the beauty hidden in time.
Night descends with its silent decree,
Time folds its scroll and sets the spirit free.
For life is a book, divine and sublime,
And you are the poet of your own chapter in time.
The Poet of Time 02/01/2026 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
