As clock ticks away,
I rondevu with happy in dreams,
feeling its grand energies.
Aligning with a face that smiles.

I search dreamscape to find  way
to stop clocks unwinding so happy fills  senses.
each waking moment.

As clock ticks away,
I stand with fortitude in breath
feeling grounded with bravery in the moment
Aligning with love that echoes.

Alas mission completed,
as I smash its ticking face
to stop time and
bring Happy
to my awakened reality for evermore.

My ticking heart is like a clock,
where in-between pulsations lie little secrets
like those housed in moments of a clocks hand.
My heart throbs as time and age merge
as face changes with wisdom of Father time.
But still the heart beats like clock
in musical charm to dance in the gift of eternity.

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Tunnels of crimson, splits the vision
as passion cruises through misty time,
the journey of the mage, passing through
the portals of seconds, the doors of millennia.

To encounter the turbulence, feel the butterflies
that threaten ill and ***** up minutes.
Chronology moves in pan-dimensions,
tempered to conformity, trapped in a clock.

The guardian of day and night, corrupted.
At journeys end, a travellers rest
parades upstanding to purvey its solace,
beckoning the beacon to sally forth.

Light space, occupied with vaccuum stars.
A macrocosm of possibilities, caves of wonder,
sends the horizon to eclipse blue moons.

In contrast, green symbols of pure abandon
triumph in ancient games of catching mist.
And the bed of Truth, a complete Lie fact.


© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)