Time is but
an assessment of truth.
The tick of the clock
mimics
the beat of my heart
and yet I watch my truth stand still.
I am no horologist…
I only feel the inescapable effects of passing moments
and the reality that leaves it’s footprints to find.
Out of control,
but not complacent,
I await the colors of the sunrise
in eager anticipation…
to see if the hues are the same again this morning
are the same again this evening,
are still true,
exquisitely exploding across the incredible expanse of my heart.
And I wonder wholeheartedly if they will ever change.
Perhaps not.
And so will stand the test of time
and heart’s assessment of truth.
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