Over vast blue steaming oceans
over spurting ash-filled lands
onward through the white-capped ages
to the scorching desert sands.

Although you, may never see me
travel north, south, east or west
you are sure of my existence
through the sense I manifest.

I have journeyed since creation
never tracing what is spent
never knowing which is greater;
that to come or that which went.

Many join me for a twinkling
though not one the pace can stand
all things wither in my blinking
all must yield to my command.

My pace steady, never wavering
save within the mind of man
who is gifted with perception
and does alter all he can.

I am ordered with precision
ask the stars and they'll attest
that I travel without faltering.
Who am I that does not rest?