My Clock’s Gone Wrong

By 21st February 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

As relative to all that’s known through time
Such observations may still prove awry
Whilst searching up above for helpful sign
My scope doth pan throughout the evening sky
By wandering amongst the stars in dreams
No journeys end hath ever come to pass
In reference to my heart, or so it seems
Forever and a day is true; alas
Yet every beat doth drum up thoughts of you
Of days now gone my mind hath deemed surreal
Where arms enfold before thou bid adieu
Unopened now, lest truth I can’t conceal
Beyond expanse which holds our universe
This ticking clock allows for no reverse

Richard Gildea

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