Time: Seasons in Hours

It was that clock again

couldn't hind the burried hours

seems as if this all is changing in speed

the walls, the skies, the train, that same train

it all seems a tremendous temtation

light and dark, light and shaddow

-lighten  up the walls

-it's not dark, it's the shaddow

-it is dark and it's the light

the ckock kept ticking

second, moments, hours, days, seasons

light and shaddow, warmth and cold

doesn't stop anywhere

it's the constant always of hours

-take the eyes away, take the spirit above

-to fly free it takes a sublim god of sun

-to release it takes a scream of hell

clocks , alays the clocks to reverse the seasons

voices , always the noices to cover the silence of vacum

shaddows , always to discover the emptyness of ones light

-this naughty light, always there to sease the air

-its magnificent shaddows, always there to captivate the voice

Alas !

Silent cry of vivid clocks

one last scream of time in space

one last loud song to cover the silence

one last betray of ones time that lies beneath

emprisoned remains the storm of brain

Alas !

always the clock, blaring in castles

always the space, locked in ones eye's  ice

always alive for just one resonating belief

captivated ruins of echo among my hours

Hours of seasons spinning in pride

Cursed echo,  footprints on sandy rush

kept alive besides the caves of elusive circles

always same the demand for my fading speak

(c) Evangelia Chatzidaki
Hours & Seasons is nothing but one of the concept of Time...