Two Towers

Wind away the hours
Laid up to the sun
Hide behind two towers
When all the world’s work is done
Set a life upon the way to bide
All that bodies become
Left alone along the lay to bind
All the mind has shunned
Gather up the flowers
Born up from the womb
Hasten lest they sour
A deed brought to the tomb
Catch the longing dream that time beguiles
From cradle to the bone
Lonely limbs just limp in life awhile
To touch the weathered home
Careless as a willow
Constant as an oak
Ages churn and wallow
Through hands pass as they grope
Past and future splayed astride
The hollow heaving chest
Gnarled hands curve to inscribe
The fading notion useless
Heedless shall we swallow
Our riddles never spoke
With the merit of no answer
To meliorate the joke
Wind away the hours
Laid up to the sun
Hide behind Two Towers
When all the world’s work is done