The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Reaching to the Next Pillow, Before It is Too Late
Reaching to the Next Pillow, Before It is Too Late
by
Philip Claude Andermann
Hourglass cunning
Footsteps in the sands of Time, walking
Hand in hand pulse on pulse ocean quivers shyly
Probing skin of water unbound
By time
Closer,
A great heart beating
Heaving
Touches everywhere...
The sky
How can we sink when we can fly?
Ebb of tide, sleep
Wake touching...
Only everywhere
Cold empty sands of fallen Time.
Broken heart,
Freezing Everests confront,
Turn to parting abyss of despair.
I would not drown alone
On the island of my burying sand of Time:
I face you, at the other end of the
Racing ocean
I must beat.
It is time to be a man.
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