Time the ticking clock

We first met when we were in high school,
Barely knowing who we were back then.
I knew that even though life was being cruel

Taking you away you would come back again.
I easily erased you because I though you were
Just a pencil, but you began to settle in like a pen

Written over mistakes. I though you would deter
Me from my dreams and become a distraction,
But you got me much closer to what will stir

Within my soul. It is more than just attraction
That pulled us together. It is that timing and
Fate that always puts us together. It is action

In the waiting game, but in holding your hand
I have found someone worth waiting for.
Time will keep moving forward as planned.

Some will say it is a waste of another open door
Or too many eggs in one basket, but once
You find home, you will stop looking for more.

Even unseen, he touched my sight    
Burning his image on the eyes,    
   
Spooling orbs that scribe between    
Recording sounds & visions at the    
   
Moment when a history between    
The future “us” would digitize,    
   
Before we could get far beyond    
That nano spark, in theory    
   
(our equivalent of The Big Bang),    
It’s when I knew    
I’d been shot through a nebula,    
   
And was so giddy scared    
Screaming the whole time,    
   
And all around me, space was stretched    
Although I couldn’t tell,    
   
So soon from those first minutes    
As I accelerated,    
   
While everything had pulled away    
And fell behind    
In just those first few minutes...    
   
A Dali-like clock of distort,    
Its ticking arms cross over    
The numbers melting on its face.    
   
An animated ceiling light    
Upon his skin    
Makes fuzzy halos on the edge.    
   
Even unspoken, my ears resonate    
Wordless with his rhapsody,    
   
Rapid breathing synchronized with    
Desperate whimpers,    
Abridged by a throaty laugh.    
   
Even without touch, every cell    
Of my body, had begun to    
Mutate into a whole other being.    
   
Synaptic fractures of my brain.    
   
Even unknown, I can’t reverse time,    
Nor would I try if I could.    
   
We parallel, each apart, drifting    
Day by day, only at light speed.    
   
Though for us, time seems normal    
While living beyond consciousness,    
Having changed him as he has me.    
   
As the numbers stretch,    
For time is the bystander here  
And never was the perfect gauge.  
   
For those of us who resonate    
From separate satellites, when    
     
Now & then our ice trails cross    
That flare close to the sun,    
   
It’s not too long to wait till then    
For this is time we understand.    
   
   
   
   
Entered in the DUP competition “Time the ticking clock”.

Fight and never stop chasing your dreams.
Nobody has to tell you to stop chasing them
If you want them badly. Your body screams

At you to stop, but if your lungs are not numb
Enough then you have not done enough to go
What you are after. Nothing should ever stem

From your fear and this time should not grow
Or be in your way of dreams with no set limit.
They should be giving you purpose. You know

Measures of time like every hour and minute
In a day should not block us from our drive
We are meant to pursue. That one way ticket

That can lead us anywhere. You have to dive
In headfirst. Be bold and be fearless, but do
Not wait for time to tell you how to be alive

Because there is a contrast between what you
Want to do versus what pays the bills or to fit
Into society’s one box. It is like having blue

Skies versus letting all of the darkness flit
Or letting it always hang over your head.
In five years from now will you regret it?

All of the dreams that got you out of bed,
In the morning, but decided not to follow
All because you whispered, pouted and said

No to them. The one word that will hollow
You, leaving you empty and dead because
Yes would have been easier to swallow.

One starry starry night
I looked to the heavens and made a wish
For a true love to fulfill my life
But to this day true love has never come my way
Where in this lonely world is my chosen mate?
Is she a dusky dark eyed beauty from Bombay,
Or a pale blue-eyed woman from Norway?
If only I could find her before it’s too late
I’d move to the edge of the earth to be with her,
Hold her, love her, till the end of my last day
If only I knew where, if only the angels would share!
Till then I’ll keep looking up to the heavens at night
And wish upon every falling star for true love
Till the last star has fallen from the empty sky

 
 
 
Time marches in silent jackboots  
It's three years since I fell  
One since I last saw you  
Your essence is everywhere  
This love thing...  

Such a strange phenomenon  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright  Kate Adams 25/1/17