What I think aboutSmiling eyes.
Close, but under watch.
The clock too fast, the pace unjust.
Sweet time does come around only with short expiration.
Twinkling creases of skin folds do tell,
What may he think when the space begans to fade?
Slight pass of breath are words unsaid.
Warm embrace, but no time.
Hands shaking like leaves in fall.
Excited for change, but that is not all.
Lips used for speaking now mute with talk.
Mouth closed and heart smiling.
Oh, little words said again and again.
Time ever the sour bard.
How I wish to be closer now.
Distance and time and eyes all too concerned.
But time alone is what I dream.
Just us, only our eyes be seen.
Time irrelevant and distance closed.
Hold me now while we grow old.
Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2016-04-09 at 01:49
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