how bout this one?

The sun may rise,
And the moon may set,
All upon the day;
But what speaks thereof
Is nothing more,
Than beauty gone astray.

Timeless loves,
And timeless times,
Were counted suns and moons;
Timeless beauties spoken then,
Were lost and whirled, confused

Around the day,
Across the night,
To whispers say,
To bring to life

What must be wrought,
And much denied,
In wrings of steel,
It will be sought.

But nevermore,
Upon the sun,
Never count,
Till the day is done.

For what may be,
But the toil of the moon,
To bring to life
What will be soon...
Timeless Beauty