Achtung_Bebe
New Yorker
Visuals are locked in my memory,
Feelings etched in my nerves.
Such things soothe the whole of me,
And bring life to my eye,
Yet also comes a heart which yearns,
And time makes me cry.
For time can be friend,
Or time can be foe.
Which is it to me?
I guess in time I shall know...
And time travels distance,
Circumnavigates the clock.
That constant repitition
Hickory dickory dock...
Must it crawl as I wait for the day--
So quick to pass when the day comes my way.
Time is so fickle,
Fluctuates across the land.
Perhaps there's a planet,
Where time seems to stand.
Give me the ability to alter time as I choose,
Not a moment together then shall we lose.
Yes I know this is stuff of fantasy,
As I surely detatch from reality.
However if reality hinders the mind to dream,
Then take it from me before I scream.
If only I had the gift of rhyme,
I may better express my race against time.
I shall skip the rhythms and meters and rules...
Within this mess called poetic attempt,
I just had to say you were more than I dreamt.
Feelings etched in my nerves.
Such things soothe the whole of me,
And bring life to my eye,
Yet also comes a heart which yearns,
And time makes me cry.
For time can be friend,
Or time can be foe.
Which is it to me?
I guess in time I shall know...
And time travels distance,
Circumnavigates the clock.
That constant repitition
Hickory dickory dock...
Must it crawl as I wait for the day--
So quick to pass when the day comes my way.
Time is so fickle,
Fluctuates across the land.
Perhaps there's a planet,
Where time seems to stand.
Give me the ability to alter time as I choose,
Not a moment together then shall we lose.
Yes I know this is stuff of fantasy,
As I surely detatch from reality.
However if reality hinders the mind to dream,
Then take it from me before I scream.
If only I had the gift of rhyme,
I may better express my race against time.
I shall skip the rhythms and meters and rules...
Within this mess called poetic attempt,
I just had to say you were more than I dreamt.