At Six O'Clock

I ponder many thoughts,

at six o’clock.

It is when I hear the sound

of a tick-tock.

Each moment, each beat,

the hum drum ba-dum

of a sound, ever so sweet.

The trickling waters

of time’s flow,

through and through,

as they align

me to you.

Its sound is delicate,

as it resonates art.

And its elegance

portrays that, of a

beating heart.

I find myself in awe,

at the hourglass

upon an old, dusty shelf,

that ticks away

the rest of my wealth.

At six o’clock,

I am here, upon this rock,

waiting... waiting...

for your heart,

...to sing.

One last time,

so that I can,

forever,

call you mine.

As we are now...

...lost in endless

time.

Author's Note

It's been a long time since I've posted a new poem. I hope everyone enjoys this one.

Reviews

[Ella]

That's very beautiful and stunning piece you have written. Really enjoyed reading this. As always you did an amazing job and I'm glad you shared this with me. Keep it up! You are very talented!

[Brian M. Peeples]

Haha thank you. I appreciate your kind words.