Monday, August 8, 2011

rewinding time, in pieces...

our clocks wrote rhythm but we lacked time....seconds sought nothing...minutes left alone died....ticks of hands took us away, all of us...counted....into point,
it all fell and felt like faded ink, crossing off numbers wrapped in a subtle wrinkled scroll...

we took attempt to unravel and score a history but lessons unlearned cracked the glass and each hand steered differently, once wind had command....

hours were hurried and months met sand....time, seeping through the tiny lives left from fortress...pinching along, allowing our song.....gauges took notice and drifted as we did...

years of uncommon life seemed to yearn for the two that we wanted to be...after each, a separate pace started to breech...this rhythm, this interest, this love....the young nature between us read old and starved....

a decade decides fate, scared on the brink of this notion, i make amends and softly switch hands, reset innate rhythm and balance my ballast, dodge the pendulum and rebirth my breath...