Time meets Traveler

I hear distant reverberating whispers of the Past

I, a traveler and you Father Time, we converse in hushed tones

Our words, revolving like dances in shadows and stones.

Traveler:

I say Father, keeper of time, thou relentless silent chaser of the human need for immortality,

Do you not become tired of this eternal race?"

Father Time:

"My dear Traveler, I am but a silent sojourner and warden of moments,

Keeper of ages, of all life's multi-faceted components".

Traveler:

"I imagine that locked away in your vast halls, reside my memories which I long to peruse

Of my loves and losses, my aches and pain, my downfalls and my triumphs resting side by side?"

Time:

"Within my infolds and outfolds, your tales I safely keep,

Cradled softly, as you sleep, weep, or nestle in fond embraces."

Traveler:

"Can you return what once was mine?

The laughter, the tears, the losses, the gains and all the days so fine?"

Time:

"Look ahead, for life's essence is to flow,

Embrace the now, and let the past go."

Their voices fade, a distant best to be forgotten blend,

And Father Time he kept moving on, seemingly without end.

And so, this poetic exchange between a traveler and the embodiment of time

Still continues on down the annals and ages...never ending!