Jonathan Kyle Vargason
Clocks - Poem by Jonathan Kyle Vargason
Help me find the dreams I’ve lost
Along the beaten path where
I pursued the ones you’ve let slip away.
How soon you’ve lost yourself
Along with your dreams
Yet here I am lost now myself.
The days pass by without success
Yet your dreams remain empty
And you accept the monotony of life.
The roses have begun to wilt
And the fall leaves blanket my dreams
While your tears have cracked your face.
The color of autumn portrays such beauty
Yet like you and I, gives way to desolation
And fades away into bleached photographs.
Your beauty has eluded the clock’s revolutions
Yet with each passing season I’ve aged
A thousand years for each day you’re gone.
Hours turn to days and then to months
While I collect the fragments of my dreams
So that I can someday assemble them with yours.
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