Mending Time

(after Frost)

Time is a battlefield
we sketch upon
the scars and holes
we seek to mend.

In it we seek
redemption for all
the toils we have
been making.

It is a sorry beast
we labor 'long the field
and curse for all
we afflict upon it.

And in the time
that we have found,
the time that we've
been mending,

We saw mankind
and knew at last
it never had ne'd
mending.

We have seen the world
as we see ourselves,
but that was never true.

Time is no battlefield,
no fiend that stalks
beside us, but rather
just a friend,

if we like it.