yearning for dimensions’ shift




If time measured love

instead of hours

hearts would not cease

Sun would not set  embraces




Moon would light belief



the clock could not tick

its seconds

Childs play nor cease

or chase old couples smiling presence

young lovers deep intense


the garden grows unfettered

by chiming of knell

each tree and mountain growing

the ocean tide and swell


second instances of feeling

milliseconds of sublime

creation fettered not by motion

sand is shifting seeds will climb

peoples melting into moments

hearts sinking in the sun

stars gaze to blaze the darkness

Creator sighs an all is done



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