Wasted Moments

Love is grateful
For a soul to touch
For a life to change
For a heart to clutch…

Listen to the ticking clock
In the heavy silence of darkness-
Whiling away the time that we have
Moments that pass as days in the themselves
Holding their nights to their breasts-
Breathless in the secret intents
They hide from us while we rest-
Hours slip by while we carelessly watch
Trying to understand our state
Of mind that presses to find the time
To speak before it’s too late;
Listen to the ticking clock
In a place where no clock lives-
Have you ever heard the sound of time
Falling to nothingness?

3 thoughts on “Wasted Moments

  1. This is beautiful. I used to think that poetry feels good only when you’re stoned. (I am a singularly unpoetic man) . Maybe I’m the one who has been a schmuck. Maybe the Lord is easing this realization into me through you. Gently. 😀

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