Time Not Seen Not Caught

Time not seen, not caught;

But scorch goes when over the hills,

one says Time is out.

When sun climbs up

And birds chirp gathered,

One says time has altered.

It's known even when the light

Shines overhead and mast ;

Even when the stars glow adusk

One says time is running fast.

One feels that foot of time

At the night quite cool and dark ;

When it cuts petals of heart

At sharpness of jackal's Bark.

So is the twist of time.

Which runs at rise and fall.

A bearer of silence acute

Does touch the limbs small.