Moving a hand and your deep voice
softly murmurs in a time and space
and it's no more than an hour,
a stage, a moment, a high, a place
what care I?

Feeling a pulse and your strong choice
moving constants in slowing a pace
the ticking of time in heart beats,
an oozing of life, slow, tricking face
awake I lie.

Sleeping a nightmare and your noise
darkening dreams in a memory trace
this huge tempest ready to burst,
with spells, curses on the human race
from an acid sky.

Dancing unknowing when my ticks rejoice
tocking and knocking a completely new race
as you do not form part of my new universe
a movement of death in hands of the ace
wakeful I spy.

TIME!