Clock ticks

And I saw your face

Decorated with that lovely smile

It spread light to the place

Where I stood still, immobile.

Took a long infinite instant

Took some out of my brain

I found my words resistant

My mouth was shut again.

And as night embraces light

Your kindness swallowed me

And I felt everything alright

A little bit of me felt free.

Then the clock made some ticks

And damn those ticks were eternal

They all were a bunch of freaks

that made my nights infernal.

Infernal thinking ticks filled of you

Of your scent, your tears and laugh

Of feelings I had no clue

that made of my songs a cruel epitaph

If I only, had clue, of what's inside you

what your heart sees and what you feel

If only my guitar could sound through

and through my chords let your soul heal.

...

Author's Note

It is unfinished.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the clock ticks the reminders that she is yours only in dreams...time can be so cruel...and those clocks such loud reminders.

really liked how you ended this...
and then there are those clues...and it doesn't take a detective to know they are there.

j.

[Fernando Dardón]

Thank you very much Jacob, its nice to have a review of yours again, its been a while right? I'm gonna check out whats new on your writing now I'm back.
Greetings,

Javier