Time, thief

[busker]

Time, thief (with apologies to Homer)

Drown me, eyes,
in the liquid light
of your wine dark seas.  "your" threw me a bit (e.g. referring back to "eyes"); but rereading, I get it
We are born to die
and love between       I think flipping "die" and "love" would improve it.  "We are born to love/and die between"
the two mysteries.
My swan necked lover
had a dimpled smile
on her painted cheek.
Time, beggar thief of
everything, bring her to me.

Hi Busker,

A few notes above.  Overall, enjoyed its simplicity and the allusions and especially ll. 7-11.

TqB

Thanks, TqB.
Much appreciated