Time’s Insidious Dreams

Tick…tock…

Bump… bump…

I touch the walls

to feel them stretch and give.

I sense the muffled sounds,

the rhythmic thump, thump,

around, all around. Here I am.

Now I am…able…to hear.

Tick…tock…

To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far.

Tenaciously tearing at cushions.

Calling for more. Shouting no.

So on I run from childhood’s humble dreams,

where innocence fades into Time. There it is.

Tick…tock…

A dry throat and butterflies

as I quickly glance into her eyes

and turn away, now unsure,

suddenly a child again,

so insecure and so…afflicted

with deep desires now unrestricted,

for she has needs and I will please.

Together now, we stumble on

to break new ground;

fumbling fools we cease to be.

We build our dreams quietly.

And in the hush…

Tick…tock…

He appears, so wee, so loud.

He commands and we obey

and all shed tears.

And now…