Sunday, 13 December 2015

13/12/15. Time.

Tip toe around the timepiece in your pocket. Absorb every ticking second with your bare feet and Let them sink into the sand castles of this hourglass life; For you have nothing to lose but time.
Shake hands with every minute that comes face to clock face with you,
And together, dance between the shadows of sundials in the night. You can fly to the moon on the breath of a dandelion seed; For you have nothing to lose, but time.
Watch the wax and wane of tides that brush against the shore of your lips, And breathe deep the sunsets that linger there before the dawn. Let the fire of your soul burn brightly atop the candlestick; For you have nothing to lose but time.