Time
is a Mercurial lover,
magical and maddening
all at once.
I am addicted,
constantly lusting
blushing when I brush against
the dancing second hand.
Time
laughs at my flushed cheeks
dismisses my flirty pout
and marches forth.
Time
is steady
and indifferent.
Time,
maybe is not so Mercurial
after all.
But, I am—
My emotions are mood rings,
coloring each cascading moment.
My perceptions are tinted glasses,
bathing the hours in a hundred hues.
My inner states are engines
altering the speeds of a single second.
But,
time
is steady
and indifferent.
I cry, the clock ticks.
I laugh, the clock ticks.
I hurt, the clock ticks.
But my heart is
the real time-keeper.
I cry, my heart beats.
I laugh, my heart beats.
I hurt, my heart beats.
My heart savors
the painful and delicious
the joyous and unbearable
the blissful and fantastic
because it is all fleeting.
My heart
reminds me
that time
heals
reveals
and peels off
every old scab.
Tick, tick, tick.
Yes, this moment is slipping from
my grasping hands
but will forever remain
tattooed on my
hummingbird
heart.
I close my eyes.
The clock ticks,
my heart beats
and life marches on.
Relephant read:
Music to Mend a Broken Heart.
Author: Sarah Harvey
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
Photos: Jack Mallon on Flickr
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