Time N Tears
Time is teething again and again-
'Tis the tick in dire need of the tock-
Replacing tales told 'bout loves-
Time passages-
And the truth mirrored, by my-
Tears that you mock...
~*~
Strange how the minutes acrue isn't it?
Like the raindropps eventually become
Streams...
Splashing wet spasms 'cross the windowpanes
Of my life...
A photograph of heavens own teardropps
Clearly seen-
~*~
Where did all of those hours come from?
Where grief turns them into days and weeks?
An eternal ocean of months of rain filled-
Teardropps...
With no seashell souvenirs to keep-
~*~
Only lonely whispers of wind seem to follow-
Near the bays and inlets of yesterdays cry-
Putting out any remenant of my 'fire of desire'-
Relief coming, in a year, from the sky...
~*~
No oysters, nor pearls of wisdom found-
Upon the sandy beaches where love once-
Played...
The tears have since been blown by the wind-
And the minutes have slowed down, a bit, this day-
~*~
All the while, the moon waxes and wanes-
Holding a terse vigil of the management of tides-
Remembrance to time and heartbroken tears-
Are rearranged and amongst the sandy shore,
They hide...
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February 2009
By Theodora Onken
© 2010 Theodora Onken
(All rights reserved)
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