Xenomorphic Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Time is never time at all,
Spent by the resolution of each hand that ticks around the clock,
Precious seconds that become memories in an instant,
A piece of you becomes me and vice versa in loves timeless evolution,
Portraits held to the light as these moments couldn't begin to shine any brighter,
An opera of sights, each accompanied with their own falsetto, beautiful colors.
Crucified upon the strings that connect the stars in every which way but down,
Come as you are,
With Child like eyes that see things as they are,
Perfect