Thursday, July 2, 2015

sundial

Hands of the clock,
If you could stop
And hold me for a while,
Time would stand still
And we would feel
We'd spun a thousand miles.

Watch face,
If I could replace
Your blank stare with a smile,
We'd count the days
Within your gaze-
Drift into place like a sundial.


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