I AM NOT TIME

I am not a clock.
So I move these feet
to the forgotten land
where a memory awaits
sun to set right where it rises from
At dawn when the streaks start showing,
I’ll sneak up behind rays,
pulling them down with the strength
of Alcmene’s son.

(You should see hands’ brief protest
against obedience.)

I am not time.
I’ll always come looking for you
In every falling leaf—
In every raindrop—
In every echo—
Candle burns unusually fast
as I get closer to you— then again,
the dead has no way of knowing.

© Gheeneil

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2 Responses to “I AM NOT TIME

  1. Oooh, this is fantastic, it gives me chills. Great stuff! 🙂

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