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Sonnet 2:17 AM
By David Jamie
Evaporating ticks from a dissolving clock, whose second’s sting my oscillating eyes. ‘Will she come, or will she not?’ my pendulous heart, seeks quiescence! Another cigarette; an apparition to reflect, a wistful genie as elusive as time. So easy to remember, yet so hard to forget, impatiently; caressing, a love divine... But now there is no rhythm to life’s melody; no flame to guide me from this dark! Your whispered name’s scythed, incessantly… …with the hollow ticks from my wooden heart! Wreath’s of smoke, and the scattering of ashes. Swept, in a world, where they empty, all, the old, forgotten, hourglasses... |
