irenio irenaeus bero

Clock

As the clocks ticks
Away from real life situations
It leaves behind seconds
Of examples of profound expectations.
Like the great wheels of nature
The clock keeps ticking and rolling
Making love with queens of fate.
At this stage hearts become drums
That play faint rhythms and emotions.
Nothing is unfair to 'time'
It rounds and rounds with an innocent smile
To axe the warmth of past pleasures
Covered with misty beginnings
That bring fertility to barren situations
Rattling sympathetic sweetness
To meek souls.
Time is the centership of everyone's life
It appears to daily visions as profound symbolic tales revealing hidden inner veracities
It lies hidden behind the simplicity and virtue of
One single truth
That binds eternity to humble hopes
Whose walks of life are charged with
Unseen super powers!
It senses the paths not yet walked
It sleeps dreams not yet revealed
To become reminders of anything we feel isn't
So real!
Time is fearsome in the eyes of uncertain and empty hearts!

Poem Submitted: Friday, April 24, 2009

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  • Carmen Johnson (4/24/2009 8:28:00 AM)

    this is truly profound

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