Time’s Hands
written by: Greg Massey
I didn’t know that I missed you
Time’s hands began to play on
the keyboard of my soul –
forming memories that were never
made
or have yet to exist
And what is my existence beyond a frail hope
that an errant note can be replaced by
a perfect symphony
forever young in my mind
That old sunrise keeps setting
leaving me lost in love’s fire
for yet another night
as I burn in its embers until the tides
stoke it with the morning light
When will I see your smile
and make yesterday a memory that
brings forth tomorrow’s laughs?
Break-ups
and
Break-downs that
broke us
can, indeed, lead to break-throughs
For hope is not in vain
as long as time’s hands
play yesterday’s song,
today.
JAN/FEB 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Greg Massey is an American writer and poet who resides on his farm in Olive Branch, Mississippi.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
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