Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The hallway clock, standing alone, announces in measured beats
The loneliness of my empty home nestled back amongst the trees.
Each mournful tick of the clock echoes the seconds of my past,
As I wait impassive as a rock since I'd seen her for the last.
The seconds tick in measured pace as I recount all of my sins,
And wish again for unearned grace from my lover and my friend.
Thoughtless acts and worthless deeds have brought me to this place,
Lessons taught have passed by me as I lived with frantic pace.
Regrets are arrows truly cast from the bow of selfish needs,
Each finding its mark from a past dictated by what pleased me.
Measure out your clockwork beat upon the drum of my heart,
You're all I've left to comfort me now that my life has come apart.
The moral of my sorrow's clear as I think back on better times,
What counted was not what I counted dear but who once stood by my side.
For it wasn't in my dreams I'd find the happiness I was due,
It's the one who owned my soul and mind who made my dreams come true.
The ticking slows as night descends and my house settles in for night,
I finally see how love depends not on the possessions I hold tight.
True love is offered free of price but demands we pay with all we own
If we are to keep it's spirit alive, and thus preserve our soul.