When distant dreams lie peaceful in their bed And dismal thoughts of Friday drift away, The curtains curse the coming light of day Which Saturn sows and I would turn to lead. To ease my existential thoughts of dread I slide into the warmth of where she lay. When she returns to chase my fears away, I feel her hand so softly soothe my head. If only I could force the Gods to freeze The heartless beat of time that beats my heart. Then I could stay forever, if I please, Suspended in the goodness of her heart. But I'm a fool to think the stars don't mock, We cannot beat the ticking of the clock.
Reason for writing:
I don't want to say - I'm shy!
Birth sign: Virgo
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Cain Pilkington.