Opusculum Paedagogum -- a little lesson that teaches.

once upon a Night
I met a Man named Time.

His eyebrows dark at 3 and 8,
his smile at 10 and 2.

His clothes were woven Yesterdays,
and his words were more than You.

He walked a pace of lingering Seconds,
as though the world Stopped tumbling 'round.

And when the Moon fell from the sky,
he left it on the ground.

He took the tears out from my eyes,
and told me things go on.

Said that waiting didn't become me,
and that I wasted every dawn.

He said the Moon had fallen,
because my Heart grew weak.

That it wasn't anyone else's sky,
just the one that Kissed my cheeks.

"Waiting doesn't become you Lily Girl,
nor does your aching heart."

He spoke in lengthy Circles,
ending, only to start.

He said he had come to speak with me,
to take my hand and simply leave...

But I knew I had too much to do,
too many things to see.

The moon needed a little mending,
and so did the beating in my chest,

The laundry needed doing,
And my tears were needed less.

He turned his back and walked away,
His steps a soft clock-work sound.

And that evening as the stars danced by,
they knew their Moon was found.

They kissed my cheeks and combed my hair,
And whispered as if to say,

"Don't let Time take it all away Lily Girl,
we need you here to stay."