Tick tock, tick tock, her eyes glance to see
the hands of time move closer, that time has come,
heavy footsteps upon the porch, pulses race
heart beating faster, a smile so bright,
he walks through the door. A sense of peace.
Closing the door, shut out the world,
leaving the gremlins of work behind.
They share a laugh, see beauty in all,
a small pink flower to fluffy
white clouds, ache so deep at what
is unfair.
Looking out across the ocean blue
A rainbow of color, prisms of light
to carry thoughts and dreams ,
and the power of reality sets in...
Tick tock, tick tock the dream of
turning back 20 years is lost........
5 comments:
This is a very powerful piece. I like it a lot. :) Reminds me a little of a Villanelle with the repetition of the tick-tock at the beginning and at the end.
"a small pink flower to fluffy white clouds"
Wonderful imagery!
I want to go back in time, I like how you wake me up at the end of the piece.
Thank you both :-)
That is nice. I love the flow of the piece and the rhythm. GREAT!
Thanks for sharing.
Beamer
This is very nice. It was exactly like an old memory, refreshing--then the sad call back to the fact that the memory is of a time long gone.
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