The clock strikes one

The clock strikes one

The clock strikes one. You must have gone to bed.
The Milky Way streams a silver light through the night.
I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams
I have no cause to wake or trouble you.
And, as they say, the incident is closed.
Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind.
Now you and I are still, why bother then.
To balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts.
Behold what quite settles on the world.
Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars.
In hours like these, one rises to address.
Through the ages of history and all of its creation


By nutuster