spilleronsheet

Pause

The oak table 

on which rests 

Slowly and hastily 

as it flows 

the sand in hourglass as it moves 

 

watching in dismay 

disappointedly as it flows 

the good times rush away 

as it moves 

 

How long shall doomsday last?

 

the heart wails 

the mind cries 

and the head aches 

 

gazing through the hourglass 

Wish it could stop 

pause; for me to breathe 

 

 

a moment of rest 

maybe to escape 

on a hilltop 

witnessing the breeze 

kissing across the cheeks 

as the sweetness reeks 

 

 

just a moment please 

On a beach 

as the waves play 

while the seagulls screech 

swaying by the sea breeze 

 

dilemma runs across 

at times heart stops

a petition keeps filing 

the victim or the perpetrator 

who knows 

it files as  wishes,

 not to be alone 

 

aloofness kills 

but how contrary 

this aloofness has its own scheme 

 

later the heart desires 

to be on a hilltop 

without no one around 

to just feel the surround 

 

don’t need anyone to tear the peace 

just a moment please 

 

 

on a busy street 

people running to catch in spree 

plug in the music on 

sitting beside  lane 

watching the streets 

maybe people looking 

and praising their aloofness 

 

What a pleasure 

to control the hourglass 

then the ego shall speak 

it took a lot to reach 

to sit by the beach 

just a moment please 

 

please reverse the hourglass on the streets 

on the beach 

on the hilltop 

a moment of vacation 

as the seagulls screech 

 

a button of pause, 

on a remote 

could life be that remote ?