Time moves like the wind <br />Fast and sharp <br />Scattering shreds of memories <br />Into an abstract abyss <br /> <br />The clock ticks like the tips of your fingers <br />Every rotation is another teardropp falling <br />Sixty seconds of your hands on my back, <br />And the salt on your skin escaping. <br />A lifetime of love left behind me <br />And resonating deep down inside <br />Your rhythm still travels soundly <br />Through my body <br />Like a vessel underneath the sea <br />Or a ship set sail, small as a dot on the horizon <br />Wide as the sky that breaks <br />And then, at once the sun rips through the land <br />Creating cracks of light in the shade of the mountains <br />Surrounding, <br />Beauty and I are one <br />And time is an instant <br />Of your outstretched hand <br />Enclosed in your palm a locket dangles at your heart <br />My picture inside, <br />Shut against the wind.<br /><br />francesca zumbo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shreds-of-memories/
