"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"
The ticking of the clock but marks the moment,
and lines are but the history one passes through.
Time is but the flow of life, celebrate what is sent,
so wear your robes and enjoy the trip as you go.
Gossemer or flannel, let the moment decide,
if he's worthy, it matters not what you wore!
WJ