

Eternity, mistress of timeShe looks at me. Sad. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like the dying rays of the sun on the water. Her golden hair dances about her neck like the wind. She sings an eternal song of sadness. The storm rips the words from her mouth and throws them to the winds. Her voice rises and falls like the tides of the ocean. The end of the song beckons but she must continue on. She is the messenger, change has come. She smiles and a sweet melodious voice fills my head. Come The sweet tones of her voice echo in my head. Her blue eyes twinkle like the stars. She grasps my hand. My voiEternity, mistress of time