The Shadow Clock
By: Felix L. Perry
The shadow clock tick tocks slowly
With a never moving hour hand
I sit in dark to try and see the light
My frayed mind refused to understand
The white rose held by stem scents air
Though its thorn has pricked my skin
A drop of blood in payment flows
Small penance for my guilty sin
I may have done things different
I might have swallowed down my pride
Instead I let it come before our love
A love tested, true and tried
Now a headstone marks a memory
That the shadow clock won’t erase
I sit alone in the dark to see the light
There is no forgiveness in this place
Well done!
superb piece..
Vesna..
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Your muse is clearing the path so that you can move onward and upward, just go with him.
At least he is leading you with epic words and rose scented beauty.
Stunning write Felix!
Lisa
Great offering Felix!!
Re: "Red Soil"
Oh boy your "catstew" made me laugh till the early hours of my morning!! That was way tooooooooo good to believe.....lol!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Dan
this was great