We are
two pendulums
of a timeless grandfather clock
dancing around the thin carpeted floor
swaying to the rhythm of the dancing dust particles
lit by the evening rays of the earth’s star
We are
the pendulum
of the rotting wood of this grandfather clock
Time: it runs out
as do our heartbeats
so as I hold you close,
and dry your tears
your hands groping at my ever fading body -
it is time that steals me from you
Time that steals the motion of my fingers
running down your spine
Time that steals your laughter from my ears
Time that steals the butterflies from my stomach
But it will also be time
that restores our love
and carries me back to you.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2018 06:44
- Category: Love
- Views: 16
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Comments2
That love will never die.
That is my hope
This is so pretty and heart warming.
Thank you
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