You still are O! poet

You still are O! poet
one who reverberates
through the sweeping
strains of moments

and

forms ripples as chimes
in the imaginary
dying motion of times

but

time doesn't die
it only just says good bye

and

silently, unobtrusively passes by
to that luring distance
over the sun setting horizon

but

has it set really
it has risen
Albeit elsewhere

we alone in memories dwell
time cautiously does spell