August 10, 2015
Time Dies
As I wipe this moment off my cheek
I'm drowning in seconds
As yesterday leaves me dying
Whispers of your voice
Disappearing on death ears
Time
Stands still to my photographs
Of us fading in sand storm memories
And I cry
The lament aches from my heart
While my soul seeks rekindle
It's sunrise
Day by day
I lips mouth the words in silent
The song-writings erased
Time
Passes through my fingertips
While your shadow escapes
In fitted sheets
Your time has spoken
As my time dies.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
No comments:
Post a Comment