Being alive is about time.
We measure ourselves
and our days against it,
In years lived and hours worked:
Beats and breaths per minute
When inspired or connected,
We pass time in an instant.
Aware not of the clock,
Only of each other and ourselves
But what of when time attacks?
When it rears its head and howls
"You are measured,
and I am counting."
It grips us
Like a vice
The pressure is faint
But constant
Something is very wrong here.
We drift between motions
On an invisible current
Like a paper boat cast out to sea
Afloat, but just barely
In glimpses,
We are lifted, anchored
In a lover's kiss
Or a long sought after embrace
We breathe in the moment
Pushing awareness aside
Give me just this
Forever
I want to live
When time has no meaning
Take me there
And let the clock run out
About the Creator
L. Lewis
I write short stories and poetry about the ways of the world: sci-fi, fantasy, and the truth in all things.
Follow on insta @stories.by.llewis
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