My Heart Is Window Of Time

My heart is window of time With the ways that lie many times ahead The climbing of its made begrime That with each robe to the high is read A way of the oceans so smoothly And a sky with an open cleanness Whatever is coming of entry free And shows it to roundness of leanness Those hours from dark waving times From when it was only a shadow And the sea was vast in its dark sublimes With momentarily splinter of glow As these times were of my forgotten past The lays of the shallow ground liven A cornerstone of colors to give it a cast That from outspoken ways was given My footsteps are now going to prospect Of distances running its outcome To give life new meaning from reject And end every denunciation accustom Yet what shall tomorrow bring to its door And lay down for a prospect to make-do If we shall not feel what the climb’s for And we to this new-fangled frontage drew