The hands of the clock
chase each other
grabbing, swallowing
all the good times, and bad
The little one, energetic and sharp
stops for a second, as if to ask
"expecting someone, are ya?"
I say yes, to myself
a soft touch of a smile on my lips...
The hands move on
The tall one, young, but patient,
stops for a minute
sensing the impatience, perhaps,
"He'll show up any minute now!"
and starts the chase yet again
The hands move on
While the lazy one,
stout with maturity
stops for an hour by me
staring right through me
as if I do not exist
whispers
"does he even know you expect him?
can he come even if he knew?
Isn't this a waste of time?
Move on! with the other hands!
Regardless of time
Regardless of life,
I still expect you.
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What would I spend my time on if I'm not spending it on love? What else would I look for if I no longer look for love? Where would my d... -
Where did the ripples start? Deeper in the heart then poured into art drop by drop to an endless babbling brook as it heavenly, hellis... -
How do I get this boulder off of my chest, my shoulder, This boulder that's daming up the creek yearning to flow ever so freely?
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