'Tempus Tickus'
by Valentine
I sit in the corner
Of this virtual world
And that you don't know me
Really
It helps
For I can share
All there is about me
Without fear
Not fear of you knowing
But fear that I might burden you
A friend
Here
In waiting
For here I know
That you can decide
Stop and look or listen
Or quickly move on
You decide
And I would not
Judge
Whichever you might
Choose
For you have
Your own special journey
And your own special time
It is precious
Tempus tickus
If I share
It is not to off load
Or to burden you more
But to share
There is
Life
Here
Beyond
With a smile
Or a tear
It does not matter
No fear
For both come
Deep from our
Soul
We pick up
Our skirts
And we move on
With no hurt
And we smile
Maybe forced
But we smile
A warm breeze and yes, rainbows
Sun in our hair
We make memories
Better memories
Than those we would return
To the red burning flames
Whence they came
Let them burn
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
This time we are living
It is God given
It is precious
Tempus tickus
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