Treasure Island

Smile Henry


Late Beginnings


Time, clocks ticking, heart beat thumping to the sound of the clock tick
anticipation, waiting, thinking to the beat of the clock going tick, tick tick
wanting, panting for that which is to be as the clock clicks and ticks
Late beginnings, late beginnings what's with these late beginnings?

Can you recover?
Can you rebound?
Can you arise?
Can you stand up?
Can you? Can you?

Motions, movement, flowing rivers of thought
Ideas flood in like a mighty rushing wind
Life, full exuberant life, songs of joy
Stately eyes with tears, quiver of lips folding inward

You can recover and you will
You can rebound and you will
You can arise and you will
You can stand up and you will
You can, you really can

Time, clocks ticking, heart beat thumping to the sound of the clock tick
anticipation, waiting, thinking to the beat of the clock going tick, tick tick
wanting, panting for that which is to be as the clock clicks and ticks
Late beginnings, late beginnings what's with these late beginnings?

Beginnings, beginnings what does it really matter when?
It really matters that you begin, where you are
In truth then, perhaps there really is no late beginnings, just beginnings
I suppose then that when you begin, you are right on time

Submitted: Monday, March 15, 2010

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