Like a broken clock <br />I have come back <br />To remember the lilt <br />That once crooned <br />To beckon that <br />The carousel will never sojourn <br />As long as you keep <br />Your two cents safe <br />But now, remembering <br />Is all that is left <br /> <br />Like this bony moon <br />Shinning past the drizzle <br />I no longer wish for amends, <br />No loath nor regret <br />I only heed for peace <br />So I can go back to a sleep <br />Without the haunts <br />Of the breaking dawn <br />That will unfurl <br />The passing of time <br /> <br />Like the crowfeet in my eyes <br />I plead for slumber <br />As I juggle thoughts and emotions <br />Sharper than a knife <br />And wake up groping <br />For your amiable warmth <br />And in this sleeplessness <br />I know that I have <br />Already forgiven everyone <br />Save my iron-defiance <br /> <br />Like a senile photograph <br />We shall live on, carry on <br />Haunted by warmth <br />And the taste of tarnishing <br />But all is not lost <br />For I will give you back <br />Your sedate parasol <br />And the rain will no longer <br />Slather you with cold, <br />I will hand you back <br />Your bliss unfettered <br />From any other qualms <br />But your very own, <br />Whilst to you I apologize <br />But understand my place <br />Is but an isthmus between <br />The two of you, <br />And I will hold unto <br />This lacquered photograph <br />And purged reveries.<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/submission-28/
