Friday, July 27, 2012

When The Pendulum Falls

Watching grey clouds
fold into wrinkled eyes
as minutes march
to the top of hours
while I stand by
yelling at the day.

Where did they go –
those unknowns’
moments over time…..
it’s a different story now
as I’ve lost my kite
in the wispy wind of years.
And no amount of soul
can kiss the lips
when the pendulum falls
and the time –
turns into night.

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