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To the sound of Our Metronomes
I turned her down
A thousand times,
she walked beside me
chatting about nothing
enjoying the moment borrowed, stolen
how fleeting it oft was
compelling us after embracing us
to private hells.
She didn't ask
more of me then I gave
we knew the answer unspoken.
I was stone but willing to be leaned on
she was fire willing to be banked.
the heart ticks on.
I left, not running (though much running I did)
I sought myself
In my despite
ego decrying the journey
comprehending the world as I touched it
found not change for all the miles tread
she was stayed where she stayed
wrote letters unanswered
hidden by a devil's whim
Tried to be faithful
though hell itself seemed determined to swallow her whole
Still stayed she remained
the heart still ticks on.
Returned, I ignorant to cause
Life returned at my returning
A desperate task to claim my prize from hell's altar
had I the faith to try.
our eyes met, no words needed speaking
Another held her chain
biding my time
I saw my answer there in a smile.
Against the leash she strained
my hands she wished to touch
Only pain could greet our limitations
I knew she was strong enough to break free
but needed to know where to break free to
contented myself to wait until discomfort
caused her to bring the strength to be free.
afraid of being her reason
though as to that
twas my demons who soiled my view
and not the man
The heart ticks on.
We sat one day,
All others swept apart.
or should I say freed
those others in baleful shock
waiting to pursue.
Discussed a future unresolved upon
to find in the unresolved, resolution
It was natural though
we decided that not deciding was decision enough.
Two hearts beat in harmony and onward
knowing where we were going
but blinding ourselves to consider the steps to get there
though one held misgivings
both having secrets forebodings.
yet we ticked on.
I told her she was crazy
she asked to be my other half
I knew that my hell was hotter then hers
even though in so admitting
I hadn't the heart to consider
what would become of her
were I to leave...
In that I had my answer
though trembling with reservations
I put my trusting hand in hers
My heart regained its accustomed harmony
and ticked on.
Devils and weaklings
trying resolutions to shatter our peace,
We left on a journey
never to return
thinking, acting, praying...
Through fires unseen
licked our heals
daring us to fall,
some only time would dispell
we took a leap of faith
our hearts journeyed on still ticking.
Hand in hand we said our vows
most binding, and then made our oath
alone, in sweat and blood intertwining
The deeds were done and our victory,
Bitter sweet we won
the demons still there
though in our resolution
they were kept at bay
still our hearts could take nothing back.
Six years in ticking
not a regret left unconquered
yet resolved all the same
two foolish but steadfast hearts
standing tween two mirrors
and the ticking unrelentingly.