Saturday, July 1, 2017
HANDS ON THE CLOCK
In the midday hour looking at the sun
Brightness beaming like from a tower;
Hands on the clock counts each hour.
As the night draws near the day is done.
A time forgotten when we were as one,
And now the moon dances with light.
This heart is longing for you tonight,
Remembering the times we had fun.
The waves cap each other with the tide,
And this loneliness I feel inside –
The clock turns, but time plays no part.
If you were here I know what we’d do,
If you could see this sadness in my heart:
And in silence my soul aches for you.
Epaphroditus© July 1, 2017