The Thirteenth hour © 27/05/11

By Brandon Henson

As i wait...

One hour or was it Two?

Sat idle under a tree, as my watches hands  strike Three,

 

Your face clouds my every thought,

 i count the times your glowing face appears,

Four,

 

Five,

 

Six through to Eight,

My nerves and teeth are now set to grate,

 

Now my watch reads Nine,

I rush maddly and blind,

 

Its now the hours of Ten, Elevn and Twelve,

Head over heels in love my thoughts begin to delve,

 

Seconds creep by and minuites cease to fly,

 

For at the Thirteenth hour,

You are here at last into my arms,

 

Forever i will grasp,

Only forward we shall look,

A new chapter in our book, 

 

O how i crave the next Thirteenth hour.

Reviews

[Nicole]

This was really cute. lol. its deff one of my favs. (:

[Coffee Vampier]

I live the way this poem pulls the reader in from the very moment :)
quite beautiful and lovely.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A slice of teetered moments, well done, great read.

[EMF]

Perfect.