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Your Voice

I walk the streets at night I watch the people hurry They spend their lives forever running Quick hurry up and wait But the clock ticks on She waits for no one For all their plotting and planning they wait Longing for the perfect day The perfect moment The perfect kiss Blindly they follow complacent Some conform to the system of check and balances Others devoted to the proverbs of long dead forgotten kings All the while a lifetime will pass them by as a thousand new stars are born The clock chimed and the entire world stops Stops for just our moment I grasp for pieces tiny pieces of fleeting bits of time And for just a moment I taste of dreams Dreams that felt so close so real I am left to mourn My magic has failed me and wisdom too But not time she never fails Now spent dreams diminish The precious pieces slipping away That’s what Time does she makes the memories fade How long did I wait to touch your face? I look into the night sky and I do not recognize these stars Nor do I have wishes left for them to hear They have all left me along with your voice Your voice that kept you real But I can’t hear you now I can’t remember I can’t remember I can’t remember the sound of your voice Day steps up pushing Night aside and the wait is over

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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