Quill and Ink of Time

A dramatic recounting of this lonely poet's thoughts. Any lyric is a prayer and any rhyme is a plea. At least one poem a day; perhaps more. My main: @timepulse-ix

[timeboundpoet]

You sing me your love songs

You sing me to sleep

But I can't reach out to hold you

I may only watch you weep

I wish not for my touch to turn you

Nor my reassurance be mistaken for desire

I wish only to comfort you closely

A love, still, not what you require

[timeboundpoet]

Lustful for the ocean

Yearning for the sea

Someday soon, I'll jump in

And let myself be free

[timeboundpoet]

Dawn of the new day breaks

Still I'm left behind in the night

Wandering, wandering

Searching

For the soft glow of the future's light

[timeboundpoet]

I once wrote poems for you

Filled with love and ache

And tender emotions

I was never brave enough to say

I once wrote poems for you

And you'd stay up and wait

To hear the words

I so carefully wrote too late

I once wrote poems for you

But now the ink in our well

Has run exceptionally dry

And neither of us has it in us

To fill it up for just one more night

[timeboundpoet]

Soft star-shine glitters

Casting away the darkness

And painting the world

In many dark hues

Rather than sullen, ebony blackness

That absorbs all which it embraces

We are guided forth from the emptiness

By pin-pricks painted along the night sky

[timeboundpoet]

I want to love living

The way flowers do

To stretch so far; be as open

As their soft petals in bloom

To soak up joy like water

And happiness like the sun

And in the end wither beautifully

Once my gentle days are done

[timepulse-ix]

I have been surrounded by romance

In every facet of my life

Which leaves me lonely in my thinking

That only friendship will suffice