Time Will Tell

Deliberate in its execution,

Time resist,

The inevitable union,

 Of two souls,

The hands pass slowly,

One on top the other,

In it’s hesitance to move forward,

In seconds,

Savoring ever minute

As it glides its big hand,

To grace the slender one,

As it prepares a new frame

 Of time,

 As the minutes

Appear to stand still,

Idle minds

Are the devils playground,

And killing time

 Will only append more,

So I wind down

 By filling thoughts of you,

Filling parts of me,

 Feeling….. All ….of…. you,

This torturous repetition,

Reiteration, that

You’re not here…… 

Steer gears

That constrict time,

Winding the tick to my tock,

 I tick and I tock,

Until the bell chimes, a melody

Strikes a chord that I long to echo

In your presence,

If time presents,

If time persist, to progress….

Til the day, I lay hands on your

Clock as big as my grandfathers,

With precious time,

I will guarantee,

Not to waste,

Any of yours,

But I will take my time…...

Nearing time, my clock ticks slowly,

Each second moves me closer to...

Hands extend to grasp hold, seconds

 To calculate moments spent imagining

You’re already here....

 And the longer it takes,

Just marinates the next....

Leaving thoughts to stew

In juices as the seconds

Turns to minutes,

 And minutes to hours of

 Time spent with you marinating… in it....