I see it in every wrinkle
In every wilting flower
In every cracked stone
Every second of the hour
Something that isn't there, but was
To which all things are bound
Something anyone can lose
But only few have found
The universal measure
A tick that doesn't bite
Nothing can dodge its warm embrace
Not even day and night
Always there and never not
Though it holds no shape or form
I sit and watch the clouds gather
The calm before the storm
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
I see it in every wrinkle
In every wilting flower
In every cracked stone
Every second of the hour
Something that isn't there, but was
To which all things are bound
Something anyone can lose
But only few have found
The universal measure
A tick that doesn't bite
Nothing can dodge its warm embrace
Not even day and night
Always there and never not
Though it holds no shape or form
I sit and watch the clouds gather
The calm before the storm
