Upon Time & Flight
November 17, 2014
Once upon a world,when we smiled with our eyes,and laughed with our belliesbefore the hands of the clock were worn with age,before the bells stopped chiming,before the batteries ran out.
Time, the thief who stoleour mother’s everlasting compassion,our father’s undying love.The crook who tookher from him,him from her.
The pickpocketwho left us all alone,searching through the pouchesof our empty lives,stumbling drunkenlythrough dark days,and watched us finally drownright before the clock of light.
We held on to memorywith stacks of yellowed,water-damaged journals.We had frantically scribbled our legacy inbefore blowing out candle after candle for years.
We gripped onto emotions,with the music of star-crossed lovers,and true love’s kiss.The ones we imitated in vain.
Time, the teacherwho suddenly pushed me off the edge of a cliff,when I was too afraid to fly.
Time, the thief who stoleour mother’s everlasting compassion,our father’s undying love.The crook who tookher from him,him from her.
The pickpocketwho left us all alone,searching through the pouchesof our empty lives,stumbling drunkenlythrough dark days,and watched us finally drownright before the clock of light.
We held on to memorywith stacks of yellowed,water-damaged journals.We had frantically scribbled our legacy inbefore blowing out candle after candle for years.
We gripped onto emotions,with the music of star-crossed lovers,and true love’s kiss.The ones we imitated in vain.
Time, the teacherwho suddenly pushed me off the edge of a cliff,when I was too afraid to fly.
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