I. <br />Funny now, the painted scenes of love abound <br />That stricken tick, persistent, pleasing measure <br />Done its final dance around, and now its final sound <br />To hills of shadows passing, glinting skies to eyes azure <br /> <br />II. <br />To you, my darling dove, oh tattered queen of yesteryear <br />There is no harsher justice, as the mountain snows recede <br />Possessed are we of sweet decrees, those locks of album hair <br />Cold and unforgiving Mistress, marking moments - do proceed <br /> <br />III. <br />Funny how the autumn leaves play floating in the valley stream <br />When yesterday they reached majestic to the thin and wispy sky <br />The dawn that was forever yields herself her precious time <br />As one-by-one our friends resign to overtones of where they lie <br /> <br />IV. <br />To the point of conversation, to the strange, conjunctive bind <br />We find ourselves, then lose ourselves, and labor, circle-wise <br />This journey, but a moving picture, lost upon us, dumb and blind <br />Anchored fast to harbor bottoms as the seas begin to rise <br /> <br />V. <br />Funny vow, to promise time through sick and harvest thin <br />When it has frozen to the maize and barley, dearest sleepy one <br />Peel-by-peel the onion skin reveals each act of grace and sin <br />Until the tick of halted hands surcease the setting sun<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-frozen-timepiece/
