Time of Blindness
The Sun rises and the Sun sets without a doubt
and we feel its warmth inside us and out.
The Earth orbits the Sun entirely
and art is born within Earth’s entirety.
The Moon orbits the Earth
and the tides rise and fall.
They knew of only seven celestial bodies
in the Universal sprawl
and our lives became more banal.
Are you still here with me?
I hear a breathing noise
but you know I cannot see.
Are you still here with me?
The voice I hear speaking
is not your voice. Who’s can it be?
I sense that you have left me.
Are you gone for good
or are you the one moving deftly?
What is the time?
Sometimes we’re able to climb
and scale the wall,
sometimes almost.
Sometimes we fall.
What is time?
Like a dime or a rhyme
it’s a man-made thing.
Not like a bird\'s call.
More like a song we sing.
Man creates art, but cannot create time.
Yet all things are in time
They live, they die
in their own time.
Why are you moving so adroitly?.
I know you are there
and drawing ever closer to me.
You move like a sinister mime
but I hear your every word.
I know that the time is mine.
He awakens as his wife draws back the curtains.
“Get up you lazy Git,” she says jokingly.
“You’ve got a Doctor\'s appointment at 10.”