Time

Written by: William J. Jr. Atfield

Time

Time - the alchemist ā€“ turning my heart to stone.
Seldom do you pick up the phone.
Sitting here, without you, all alone.
Throughout the hours, my spirit  prone,
seeing not, what is reality ?,
that state, which is left to me,
residing in, left to be
nothing more, then what I see.

Life, colours have departed.
Left the gaggle of roses I started 
leaving with you three years ago,
with love and hope, you Iā€™d deeply know
 
B. J. ā€œAā€ 2
December 27th, 2012