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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