Baylee

Pendulum

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.

 

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    That love will never die.

    • Baylee

      That is my hope

    • SLR

      This is so pretty and heart warming.

      • Baylee

        Thank you



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