It was the usual tick-tock,
but it spun at a different time,
a time of merrymaking,
a time, of mirth & laughter,
of castles & soldiers,
of kings & folks,
of a princess very beautiful,
of a prince miles distant.
The clock was unmade,
but the sound was there,
of two hearts,
which beat as fast.
A story sprang forth
between the quiet intervals,
between the two far-aparts.
They wove a saga timeless,
and hence,
we are sitting across,
under this bonfire,
eager to know,
what love is like,
what makes its sound,
the tick-tock?
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 3:42 AM UTC
It was the usual tick-tock,
but it spun at a different time,
a time of merrymaking,
a time, of mirth & laughter,
of castles & soldiers,
of kings & folks,
of a princess very beautiful,
of a prince miles distant.
The clock was unmade,
but the sound was there,
of two hearts,
which beat as fast.
A story sprang forth
between the quiet intervals,
between the two far-aparts.
They wove a saga timeless,
and hence,
we are sitting across,
under this bonfire,
eager to know,
what love is like,
what makes its sound,
the tick-tock?
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