Hymn to the goddess of time

Oh goddess of time, where you are
nobody knows, but we know you.
Your present is past and future alike
and you pass through our eyes
without trace

As soon as you lay your hands on us
you are no longer.
we only see your effects
on our flesh: shapeless faces, loosening skin
and those slow opaline eyes.

I beg you to pause.
For a while, let dreams and feelings remain,
not take them as a spider takes prey
the unmerciful ogre¦ I pray:
be understanding, just once . Nowhere

I find any resting points, places where permanence
stretches its limbs and nothing else will move,
nothing, all silence will stay, only the birdsong
go on for ever.

And those lovers! For once, let them be speechless
and happy. Nothing to disturb
the incredible joy of first meetings. Endless
the light in their laughter.
Clouds in their sky will not drift anymore
and thin air must no longer be thin.

Let there be no void but manifold layers
criss-crossing the world on all levels,
and for us, at home, in a landscape, at work,
that can be seen, felt and lived in
but instantly crossed.

May there be no impossible valleys,
no mountains to climb but a steady
pass laid out with bridges
for easy cross over.

May answers arise that always escape us
on a new-installed clockwork, newly invented
from time-warped material, that will hold you together,
like genies are held in a bottle
locked with the cork of the eternal.