Second Hand Time

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Second Hand Time

An eternity from one second to the next
Expressing freely here and now of the moment

Love is timeless but the clocks hands move
no scenery distraction can stop the attraction

minds eye from each meet visualizing far off places
nothing separates from our current spaces
Yet time leaves traces

shattered spirit is renewed by presence
yet the fast hand moves slowly

rejoice in each count but curse its essence
your aura and light granted from the Holy

when drawn closer temperature rises
as intellect is transferred and transcends

Huge diamonds from mountains
The revealed knowledge ascends.

gravity in a vortex a revelation complex
description of spirits mixing together.

rearrange visualizing you, the princess

yet blinded by poise, posture and the presence of power

syllables ring out in seconds that rival hours

timeless yet is love as one tic is an eterenity

each second is a loss yet adds to time

absence will come eventually but in this minute
there is a presence with mine a gift of time

and hope of love makes that eterenal
as a single tic can set me free

humbled, yet hopeful of dreams to come true
doesn't matter what, where, how or who.

See universal living colors in sky landscapes
separation devistation parting is not sweet sorrow
yet is the sunlight of tomorrow; i loose: now horror

subscribe to the joy from each tic of the second hand
no anxiety

Fragrance of your hair has the highest notariety
tingles, but how can this be, my senses strengthened

foundation shaken, beholding for the next moment,
how the movement of the second hand is torment.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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