Without you

Time is cold,
Cold as a winter night among the frost and fog,
Weighty as the matters at hand,
As they present themselves in linear fashion,
Deep as the deepest sea,
A cloud of enigma un-pierced by the light of truth,
Time is dead,
Paralysed in the minds of billions,
Desperately seeking hope to cling to like a raft in the ocean,
Unblinking in its resolve we wait,
As the quiet passes on and over our children like a lion among the lambs,
Time will pass,
Unending and bitter,
Forever it will go on,
Without you.