I’m not sure how this thing Time has passed
It seems like I just awoke
With little birds singing harmony
To the morning’s sky, so red.
Hardly had I time to think
About the tasks awaiting,
Hardly had I recited my praise
For ever blooming life
Unfolding it’s very wings
Right beyond my window.
Tag: time
Handwritten (day 2838)
I want to lay away your story
Into my eloquent pages so designed.
For I am in no time missing
Each sentence you’ve so led amiss,
No grammatical trickery
To bequeath this budding rose
– Thorny and apical –
In transcendence I have only dreamed.
There, so I shall then pass
And accompany you upon this waltz
Through tapestry written
Upon each lazy leaflet
Dangling it’s feelings
Upon these even walking grounds
Handwritten for our love.
Time Doesn’t Stop (day 2829)
It’s hard
Each morning’s steps
Each routine task
Each day hours slip on by
Yet each day wanes,
Loses it’s time,
To begin again another.
How does this rhythm
Speed up so
How do we slow down time?
How do we fit
Each task we wish
Into one full day
So that the next
Anew and awake
Shall meet a whole new list.
Climbing Cat (day 2794)
I watched you climb up to your perch
One I worried too high
But in your time
You found your way
Back down to my lap
To keep me warm as night did pass
For outside winds did howl
And night has set in upon us
Climbing cat, my friend.
Big Red Door (day 2785)
Frozen as the daylight came
Round up all night’s dreams
Float away; I’ve been lost so.
I cannot guarantee
That in my time I’ll remain:
Un-wound, un-healed, un-charmed
Open as this big red door
Dawn so re-awakes.
Sunrise (day 2688)
When we last spoke, dear
I had my heart out for you
Ragged and drawn
I woke at the dawn
To pull at your time
Like heartstrings I heard
With a rumbling band
Deep in my heart
I kept moving on
With letters of you
With nervous fetters
Pulling me down
Till I lay at bed
Each song I’d wrote
With you on my mind
Nervous and pale
And lost on a boat
My anchor too heavy
To pull up myself
And you on my mind
On an island in time
In love with you
But you have your tune
A subtle implore
With sunrise today
And I’m trying my best.
Trip Soldier (day 2678)
Whisper into decay
Follow that road
Grab on with all ten
And bring your soldier
Passionately abreast
For wind dies down
Sails drop slack
Winter comes
And logs burn out
Leaving that soldier
Wondering where
Time has gone
Lethargically trippin’.
Pencils (day 2651)
Tracked time to lose myself
Two pencils and a measure
Which broke down each snapped line
Dull blades and drill bits.
Like settled dust
The wind blew over untacked down recycling
Snow began to fall
And the ground I had become familiar with
Turned hard and markedly frozen
Your Galaxy (day 2592)
Imagine seeing your stars tonight
Ones so brightly large
Looking at the galaxy
Between your orbit and mine.
I’d have a look so lost in time
Sending shivers down my spine
Wishing for a sunlit day
To float away with you.
Imagine if these changing seasons
Brought each your constellation
Towards the middle of the sky,
Your very heart of night.
I’d gather each looking glass
I had to fix on you
A way to make the distance small
Your galaxy and all.
Fallen / Left (day 2553)
I could be falling over you,
Knocked down by time
Left here to wind my way
About books and seeds
And burnt candles
Handled by delicate hands
To the tune of Chopin
Rustling pages of a score
Over aged ivory keys
On a wooden floor
Showing signs of nostalgia
In gray and white carvings,
Had I known any better.