Sunday, February 1, 2015

Lost Time

Unwritten distance
the lost miles
time pours
from a ruptured vein
like a broken faucet
coming down
into a endless drain

Looking for a lighthouse
from the rocks
aboard a ship
tied to a sea less dock
mother nature cries
as I lay trapped
in her hands
like a weathered clock

Hours go by 
as we sleep
in our minds
we awake in dreams
sleeping through alarms
we live for magic
betting against time

 Copyright © 2015 Christopher Lynn Lane

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