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Friday, February 18, 2011

Poem 127: Twelve O'clock

The midnight bell has rung my dear
you missed your goal to leave
it seems like as night has drawn near
we've slipped between time's seams.
There still, you sit with tilted head 
in silent gaze watch me
perhaps, my love, its time we placed
some distance in between

You on your side of this soft place
and me accross the room
I guess the distance that is felt 
will help us start anew
But, maybe as I scoot away
you'll pull my close again.
Forget your goal to leave, and stay
Rest head upon my chin.

But, oh, be strong and meet your goal
I will not coax you more
Here is your coat.  Here is the door
but one hug for the road

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry I let it get so late
    A moment ago the clock said noon
    The sky was blue

    I've been in a daze
    The moments turned to a haze
    I've been looking and looking
    For me, not at you.

    You've been here almost by coincidence
    My coat forgotten at the door
    Thinking and thinking what to do

    See, the ice has been out.
    The frost on the ground.
    It's frozen my car
    and frozen the road
    devoid of sound

    That hug I don't know
    Where it came, nor where it will go
    Because I don't know if you're here anymore
    Beyond ghost or crow

    Shall I distance that anew may increase?
    This doesn't make any sense,
    Yet confidence and answers I'm supposed to yield
    Without knowledge or preparation to use shield

    Hi door, thanks for coming.
    I do not envy the time that we meet,
    But standing wide open, I guess it's best
    To go through your feet.

    A man I'm constantly becoming
    But where will you be?

    Rest Assured

    http://standingrock.livejournal.com/103809.html

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