4/7/11

Let the Clock Run Dry (monosyllabic)
By Sarah Isaac


Thin lips part & soft words leave your mouth in a hush. Warm breath finds my neck as you speak & light chills run up my back. We lay in bed side by side but sleep does not find us. The clock ticks & tocks while the winks melt & turn to days but still I lay close to you. Thick roots twine us tight to our new home as the dark cloak of night turns to the fresh sun & new warmth paints us clean. You are a long map I have made known & I am safe with your hand in mine. The stars hear no lies, just our past & through a hole in the wall we see the leaves fall & hit the ground. We watch as the red sky turns to black & snow drops from clouds. You are my light & we have the shine, no need for talk. A blind white world is washed out by big drops that hit the hard ground & make way for buds to sprout. The springs of our home have less bounce & yet we stay, a life all our own. All I need is you & your lush kiss. The lost world cries out for help but all we can do is watch through the wall, we are ripe with age now. The grey sky turns to blue & the new sprouts paint the hills with fresh greens, pinks & golds. Birds call for us from trees but our wings are warped & our feet gone, we are one great mess from two. Moss clings from limbs & falls to the floor & still the bold sun stands proud in the clouds. The world twists & the moon hangs in sight with the old stars, they have been here for all of time. You & I have left them in a hill to float forth on a wave, we seek the land of love. The woods are full of life now, the tall trees are in bloom & the youth run through the blades of grass. The late sun is bright, rays of light shine on your face & smooth my skin. Your eyes shock my soul jump starts my heart, I have lain next to you for all my life. Then trees lose leaves & the sun gets cold while nights get long. The birds are quiet & the wind is a gust, the sky is red once more. The folds of our skin are bland with peace & our forms have run in sync, we are fused. I have seen your hair grow & the crest add to your charm. No need to guess the weight of my heart, you have held it through all these years.


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By way of introduction, I am a young & ambitious independent poet/writer. I have poetry published in a local newsletter & I am currently in the process of creating a personal ‘Zine’.