Stung by Time

Time… Oh, time! Tell me, why do you run away from me?
I try to grasp your intelligence, but I am left with a bumble. 
I am stung by your imperative:  Wilt thy voice! Fall into me! 
I am weakened. Fingers stroke the melody of indifference. 
Why is love only felt by those who have been awakened?
The fine mesh between life and death tells us where to go. 
I am lost, trembling; a sunset weeps a memory in solitude.
Thunders entrap the sound of my breath………… It is death. 
The last blow to my identity is an endless kiss, synergy.