11:45
make sure the straps are tight

11:46
all the time i've spent
wonder where it went

11:47
now
as the sweat beads on my brow

11:48
how did it get this late

11:49
what has happened to the time

11:50
here
how did it so soon appear

11:51
the count down is almost done

how could time be so cruel
11:52

to do this to me
11:53

feel the knocking at my door
11:54

11:55
i ponder life

all the wrong i did
11:56

11:57
now
next stop heaven or hell

for me it's much to late
11:58

11:59
again where went the time

as
12:00**
rolls around
can't help but think about
the horrid way that i lived
when they pull the switch

Poet
Is
A
Sculptor
Of
Words!

You have to be sure
You have to make a decision
Then you have to drag that decision outside and beat it with a stick
Then drag it back inside and put it in a chair and torture it
Until you have squeezed out every last drop out of that ****** and you know deep in your heart that you have made the best decision you could possibly have made

Bear thyself forthwith, O Dear Courage,
Carry on with I to many regions unexplored,
Wheresoever the earthen floor can hold.

No quarter for fear to bear nor yet here flourish,
Not this breast or soul, e'en  if one the more
Could be taken, this hour brought forth to unfold.

Tho I fathom not hardihood, you do with care here nourish
My gentler soul, O My Soul, so you are worthier to adore.
Stay to me, and we will all the wonders of this world uphold.

-

Along a wooded path we stroll
Past firethorn and evergreen
Following a wondered wish
Illumed by a soft moonbeam

For this we’ve dreamt of evenings past
To find the meaning in our heart
All alone the two of us
Awaiting magic soon to start

I felt a drop upon my lips
Of the moon's soft tender glow
Read my lips by soft moonlight
Loving thoughts for you do flow

The breeze brings its gentle touch
Shivers tingle up my spine
Goosebumps rise on freckled skin
Your arms warmly wrapt 'round mine

So mesmerized by fireflies
Such whimsy on the evening air
A’ flickering of tiny lights
Just for the two of us to share

I point up to a shining star
Its beauty glistens ever bright
And whisper, that is what you are
To me this perfect springtime night

I am nothing more my dear
Than a woman in love with a man
Let me show you what I need
Into my own I take his hand

I guide him to the big oak tree
Our names carved into a heart
"2gether 4ever", this you promised
A kiss seems a good place to start

So there below a canopy
Of branches twisted up above
I kissed the one that I adore
To know the feeling of true love

And as the sun began to set
I held her in my arms so tight
2gether 4ever a dream come true
My promise made again this night

Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Myriad summer colours of an abstract view,
Curling up between and under the far away.

I’m lost in the mix, a melting *** full of play,
My own shade of Dark, a subtle blended hue,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Beautiful retro splendour, asking me to stay,
Flower in her hair, white petals, edged blue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

Smiling, she raises my soul from feet of clay,
Dark and Stormy cocktail easing me through,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Cuban rhythm dancers give a riotous display,
Bohemian sight and sound unleashed on cue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

We sample dreams from an enchanted tray,
Allowing hearts, minds, and spirits to renew,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Curling up between and under the far away.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

He stroked
the air
where she
might have
been.

  ~mce

When the glass runs out of sand
Gently guide me through the night
Sit by me and hold my hand
Be my comfort and my light

Gently guide me through the night
Let us chase the shadows down
Be my comfort and my light
Let me see you smile not frown

Let us chase the shadows down
Though I see your eyes do weep
Let me see you smile not frown
Until such time as we may sleep

Though I see your eyes do weep
Sit by me and hold my hand
Until such time as we may sleep
When the glass runs out of sand