To: All
Tic the clock
Toc the clock
and time races on
leaving soft the silences
enfolding me in gossemer robes
upon the bed of restless waiting
957 posted on
03/25/2006 7:28:19 PM PST by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Tic the clock
Toc the clock
and time races on
leaving soft the silences
enfolding me in gossemer robes
upon the bed of restless waiting
The Waiting
Endless ticking of the clock
facial lines deeper in the mirror
Endless ticking of the clock
time racing to the end
wearing gossamer robes
to bind and fold me in
a starlight trip without end
where I'll join him
bf
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