Literary: A Masterpiece Of Time

By Bella Balisi-Bevilacqua

A Masterpiece of Time

By Bella Balisi-Bevilacqua, 2:30 AM, August 23, 2025, PT, Burnaby, BC

Is a snow globe that floats in thyme,
a swallow that cheers Thy shrine,
a whale that sings with thine,
a grain that grows in sublime.

It’s the magic of ancient hums,
the relevance of a piazza drum,
the melody of a grappa rum,
the tune of an arena sham.

It is in the debates of Plato and Aristotle,
in the discourse of a Machiavellian title,
in the rhyme of a Dickinson tree spell,
in the manuscript of Dante’s divine sortile.

In the whispers of Chartres’ rose light,
in the brushstrokes that outlast night,
in the pulse of a comet’s white flight,
in the hush of the scholar’s rite.

It’s the glint of obsidian seas,
the sigh of Galilean pleas,
the thrum of cathedral keys,
the oath that the traveler frees.

In the tapestry’s crimson weave,
in the myths we choose to believe,
in the maps the cartographers leave,
in the dawn only dreamers perceive.

It’s the wind through the amphora’s lip,
the salt on an ancient ship,
the ink from a midnight quill’s drip,
the frost on an arctic tip.

In the oracles carved in stone,
in the seeds by the sages sown,
in the crown that the years have grown,
in the realms where the lost are known.

It’s the ember that dares not fade,
the waltz that the spheres have played,
the shade where the weary prayed,
the gold in the shadow’s braid.

In the silence between the chimes,
in the measureless, metered times,
in the echo of far-off climes,
in the masterpiece that binds all rhymes. (MBB)