Currently playing in iTunes: Ooh Child by The Five Stairsteps
Glass moments
suspended from pendulums
swing in a frame;
each has their own arc,
each has their own smarts,
and they reflect the light
in prisms.
On one end is a moment in time,
13 hours into my future.
On the other end,
Is the drawing on of me.
The swing of moments,
glass delicate
and fragile,
allows a portal to emerge
from the synchronicity of
imagination and
desire.
Aligned briefly,
these swinging moments
deliver an opportunity;
a chrysalis of emotion
and a pipe
to flow through.
I am nailed,
riveted to the moment.
The portal appears
and delivers:
This allowance,
This remittance,
This indulgence,
This reward for being light in flesh undeterred.
13 hours into my future
I see a man.
I see him very well.
He`s the one who started
the pendulum`s flow,
the pendulum`s sway,
Seemingly only to
swing me his way.
All I can do is go…
I am held by the invisible.
Held in the moment
by hands unseen;
by thoughts revealed;
by liquid chocolate
poured into my ear.
Shiver inducer,
Voiced seducer.
Increasing me to exceed
a body long
bereft.
Glass moments,
swing in their pendulum frame
and offer me bliss.
The fractured light displays itself,
like gold on the walls.
Lighting up a room that was
dark and inaccessible.
I want to bounce all the brightness
right back.
Push my heart,
my sex,
my hopes,
through the hole in time,
a door he opens for me…
… the way a gentleman does.
I glow through everyone.
He sets me on fire everytime.
He is the time traveller in my life,
coming from 13 hours into my future.
Possibility is a gift,
never doubt it.
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