Time spins, time leaps
It’s fangs’ll grip you
When you sleep
It’ll wash over you
Like an ocean wave
Kiss your lips
Before you
Pick up
Your razor
To shave
Time will haunt your
Mid-day
Massage your back
Call out sweet memories
And bring sad ones
To attack
Time counts in years
Months, weeks, days
Minutes, seconds
It stokes or allays fears
It brings on
Judges who reckon
Time is not your enemy
Neither is it your buddy
It shows no mercy or hate
It shapes and makes
Like silly-putty
Do not neglect to
Appreciate
The power in
Time’s hands
It is influential, no doubt
Despite lack of fans
Fan the flames
Carpe Diem
Seize the hour
Now is not the end
Grab the bull’s horns
I urge you, my friend
~ Gunnar Våken
The Warrior Awakes: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken 