Time My Companion Poem by john tiong chunghoo

nature hands in a child marriage
and willy nilly we become companion
a suspense holds us like two hands of the clock
we go round and round with an exactness sometimes
we long for that misstep to fall behind each other
like ballet dancers we let the world twirl round us
sometimes we wonder how long we can go on like this
but yes, depending on your station you will be
happy, wealthy, joyful or are bound to a plodding
outing you wish you could call it quit in no time

like lovers we are tied in for strange adventures
the most awesome comes knocking in the dead of night
when time would be his mischievous self, stealing out,
taking me in his hands on a stroll through fantasy gardens
throwing me head over heel with his Harry Potter witcheries

i could fly, i could sing, i could be another person,
i could meet with angels, jesus, late grandma
in the flesh and blood that one can go gaga
sometimes, he would run me out of my wits so
that i woke up sweats and tears all over

we live with each other through thick and thin
taking one another as each's alter ego
the only question we never quite ask each other
is when we would live each other out or when
the two hands that hold us would start giving us up

we know none can can tell because
we are a match made in the heavens
with a dimension noone can break through