Time Dwindling & Other Thoughts: Poetry

It came to me
in seconds,
the realization
that everything
I think I know
dissipates in the 
vacuum of time
~
Can you imagine
the storm breaking
through clouds make
of laughter
and raindrops like
sparkling diamonds
on an Earth 
now grown content?
~
He spoke to me,
in whispers too faint
to hear,
I asked him the 
meaning of his message
and all he did 
was sigh
"Talk to me,"
I urged him,
with compelling eyes
grown heavy with tears
and in return,
he held me in the
night,
still saying not 
a word at all
~
There is unease
in my belly,
a slight discomfort
that will not go
away,
these things I sense:
the portents
of time dwindling
through the hour glass
that we won't
acknowledge,
The Days Grow Short
~
It is not enough
to merely wish a 
different reality,
one must hold fast
and drag it
through the wormhole
of our minds
into the living world
completely
~
He says he loves me,
and the heart moves
towards silent places
that no one has ever been
And I am afraid
~
With one kiss,
I said goodbye
to a hundred thousand
yesterdays 
all in a single instant
But he understood
not at all
~
In the nightmare,
I scream aloud
for every decision
that has brought me to 
this point
In the daydream,
I laugh out loud
for every decision
that has brought me
to this point
And somewhere in
between,
I swim in the air
of existence
and do nothing at all
~
Small in stature,
he rises like a tiny
giant,
four years old,
enveloped in a
blanket he says
is his tent,
reminding me
that the edges
of things are blurry
for the youth
so they can recreate
the world
~
I am a novice here,
don't you see?
Aching with words
contorted around
the corridors of my 
mind,
I am a literary ghost,
chewing on novels,
dining on prose
and as my head
grows fat from
my addiction,
I can only ask if
one can ever truly
know too much
~
I see the storm,
rising, relentless,
it's shattering thunder
pressing against
the windowpane 
as yet unheard
And inside,
where reason
falls apart,
I am terrified 

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