Horology Perspective is lost,Hidden somewhere among the watch and clock parts.Fragile fragments,Springs and Wheels and cogs,Summoned into minute focus with the magnifying lens;eyeglasses,A steady hand,Work in detail,Tiny mechanics. The tick of life in miniature,the bigger surrounding worldGrinding......... to .....a...Halt.As with the coaxing of delicate tools,Motion starts again,With patience like magic,I piece time back together.
SilentIn the silenceYour eyes do the talking;--Screaming.--Cursing.Yet, you remain mute,Mill-pond calm on the surface,Unable to speak the truthsThat I see boiling inside,The Tumult of your soul-Only lies spilling from a forked tongue.False reassurances;--But I want your anger.--I want your hate.Then I want all of your truths,So I can finally let you goAnd you can remove your mask.
Outside the linesGifted with magic,You stoodAlone.Creativity pouring from your veins;Into your fingers and speech,--your every breath and heartbeat,As you moved outside the lines and boxes.Splashes of colour in a grey world,--brightness for dulled eyes.Willingness to remain unaccepted,If it meant remaining true to yourself.
ClashingCherry sweet lips;Offering only bitter words and sour kisses.Your mercurial emotions just leave me steely,You the dreamer-And me the insomniac.
.DreamClose heavy eyelid,Time to lay and rest.Let the real world go,And let imaginationBloom and create,Let it expand whileYou peacefully slumber,Grow wild, and take over,Lead you away to dream On the wings of butterflies,Of bright feather light dreams,Soft and almost bubble like,That will pop - burst suddenly!At the interrupting loud claxonOf the alarm clock