Sonnet 2:17 AM
By David Jamie
Evaporating ticks from a dissolving clock,
whose second’s sting my oscillating eyes.
‘Will she come, or will she not?’
my pendulous heart, seeks quiescence!
Another cigarette; an apparition to reflect,
a wistful genie as elusive as time.
So easy to remember, yet so hard to forget,
impatiently; caressing, a love divine...
But now there is no rhythm to life’s melody;
no flame to guide me from this dark!
Your whispered name’s scythed, incessantly…
…with the hollow ticks from my wooden heart!
Wreath’s of smoke, and the scattering of ashes.
Swept, in a world, where they empty, all, the old, forgotten, hourglasses...