Were I to know a friend of often flee,
Or fleeting when I often need him most,
I, the friend (in need) of Time: passes me
At times of goodly company I host.
I ask of Time, for hosting I a dream,
To stop and bide the flurry of the night,
So I may count the seconds, joy agleam,
And not face the curse of joy: time aflight.
But, ‘twas not Time who took the moment seize,
And beckoned all the blissful time to kneel.
It was the form of bliss my eyes could please;
And saw this dream, a person, become real.
A fool who counts the moments of his bliss
Need undo time of dreams with a kiss.