Tick tock, tick tock
the clock on the wall never stops.
Time marches into tomorrow
regardless of whether I can
keep up with it or, not.
Home is where the heart is
I wish you could know
how those words fall
like heaven in my hurricane.
They are each a ryhthm of tides
to quell passion’s endless quest
searching for fulfillment.
In Autumn’s first fresh kiss
I feel you arrive
touch my cheek with cool fingertips
as I’m re-living the melancholy in
kaleidoscopic colour.
Through new seasons of love
in other circles of light
I pay yet more heed to your
string of endless whispers.
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