Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Time
Sans you
No solace from this howling moon
For time is leaking much too soon
And I am raging like a loon…
No peace amid these burning skies
As moments flash before my eyes
From hours passing to goodbyes…
No quiet in this lonesome heart
For sensing that we’ll be apart
It tears to streams right from the start…
No future in eternal night
When day leaves with my soul’s delight
And I remain, sans you, my light…
Lingering…
To linger in your eyes;
A well of youth – I’m drinking -
For once not even thinking
Of farewells or goodbyes…
Forever is the timing;
The keeper of these moments -
For come whatever omens,
These bells will keep on chiming…
Blessed are the free;
The ones whom time won’t chase
For endless rushing haste
They will not ever see…
So linger ever more;
In time it all will pass -
For then – I know, at last,
I’ll venture through your door…
And for the audio-philes:
Timeslaves
We are slaves of time
Ensnared by it forever
Counting down the end
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Inspired by Lauren Scott
Time is tar
Time is tarry treacle -
A phlegmy spreading pool of ooze…
Like lazy dreamy blowfly vision
The sluggish stalking of the clock
Is deliberately driving me slowly insane…
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