Sunday, August 06, 2006

Give Us A Minute

Each day, the clocks run on
Our filtered conversations others watch upon
Needing escape from this world, moribund
To where our hearts beat as one sound

A minute to drown in your eyes, deep
From curiosity that stealthily creeps
A minute to lie in your open arms,
Safe from a world of scathing harm

To speak uncensored, animated
To curse all the people I've hated
To whisper locked secrets to you and
To melt into the warmth of your hands

Alive will they be, my love
Every moment at night we have dreamed of
Secluded in our far away place
Unhindered by neither time nor space

Soon, we will share time together
The seconds will tick like a falling feather
But each other, nothing will we see
Just a minute, alone, you and me.

1 comment:

kojo said...

Mmmm, some beautiful images.

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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