GOD OF TIME (Order $500 ORIGINAL SIGNED 20X20 through Form)
Upon the vast expanse of fleeting time, There dwells a god, of chronicles sublime. He reigns supreme o'er minutes and o'er hours, With mastery o'er stars, and suns, and flowers.
But lo! A secret 'tis said he does keep, When pleasure's call does beckon him so deep. For in those moments, clandestine and sweet, Time's very heart does skip its constant beat.
Not for golden Apollo’s bright refrain, Nor lustrous Luna's ever-waxing wane. But for the tender touch of lips so fine, He halts the universe in sheer design.
Yet, mortals, be thee not so quick to judge, For gods too have desires that won't budge. Remember well, when next the clock stands still, It's merely Time, taking his secret thrill.
Upon the vast expanse of fleeting time, There dwells a god, of chronicles sublime. He reigns supreme o'er minutes and o'er hours, With mastery o'er stars, and suns, and flowers.
But lo! A secret 'tis said he does keep, When pleasure's call does beckon him so deep. For in those moments, clandestine and sweet, Time's very heart does skip its constant beat.
Not for golden Apollo’s bright refrain, Nor lustrous Luna's ever-waxing wane. But for the tender touch of lips so fine, He halts the universe in sheer design.
Yet, mortals, be thee not so quick to judge, For gods too have desires that won't budge. Remember well, when next the clock stands still, It's merely Time, taking his secret thrill.
Upon the vast expanse of fleeting time, There dwells a god, of chronicles sublime. He reigns supreme o'er minutes and o'er hours, With mastery o'er stars, and suns, and flowers.
But lo! A secret 'tis said he does keep, When pleasure's call does beckon him so deep. For in those moments, clandestine and sweet, Time's very heart does skip its constant beat.
Not for golden Apollo’s bright refrain, Nor lustrous Luna's ever-waxing wane. But for the tender touch of lips so fine, He halts the universe in sheer design.
Yet, mortals, be thee not so quick to judge, For gods too have desires that won't budge. Remember well, when next the clock stands still, It's merely Time, taking his secret thrill.