Time

Saturnine winds blow, freezing all my joints,
Ravaging my youth, reaping all my fruit,
Stealing life and those I love, grinding bones,
Withering my grain to dust and decay.
Never not moving, marching, and mourning 
Moment after moment never returned;
What has been taken is forever lost.
Tyrannically taking and claiming 
and always destroying and enslaving;
I feel it most what is least that I have.

A force that ages and matures, drying
Out moisture that would drown me in my youth. 
Refining and raising, making bitter, sweet,
Irresistible and unstoppable.
I cannot help but be moved and grow up;
Fire that destroys, also refines me.