Treasure Island

Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)


Edward Iacona

Behold simple shadows
Made by the sun.
Lengthening, shrinking and dancing
As the Earth revolves around the Sun.
It measures our moments even
As we dip into darkness.
We have learned to measure time
With shadows, dripping water, candles
Or the relentless ticking of clocks.
We measure time and time measures us.
Our measure is made in memories
Stored deep in thoughts and melodies
And in photographs that cannot forever
Match the reflection of a mirror
Our time does not march but
Slinks forward as a cat on softest paws.
Nearly silent in movement
But ever stalking its prey.
And then for I comes the
Person that wields magic.
Not over the reality of time
But decidedly over me.
In her warmth, tenderness, kindness
Sentimentality, impulses and all the
Other adjectives I can define in her smile
She is LOVE born again within my being.
And I within hers.
We share this cosmic connection
Of knowing a fundamental truth
Ones clock may not be made stop
But it can be re-set by LOVE.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013
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I rarely will write in Free Verse but a few days ago I was in a hospital bed. Me alone with the sounds of monitors measuring beats of time and these thoughts of a VERY special woman.

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