• Rate this poem
Sending
User Review
5 (5 votes)

YOUR TIME MACHINE

written by: Anahit Arustamyan

@anonarnune20141

 

Our fantasies are two candles.
No, they are not going to quench.
Our dreams have never been caged.
You invented something unusual
much faster than a supersonic plane.
You invented something unique
to flee from our century's hands.
Your time machine is a miracle.
Sir, this is Victorian London.
I won’t hesitate to say.
A horse-drawn carriage is running
with the light of our candles’ rays.
Is this Piccadilly Street?
It may notice our rushing steps.
Your time machine is a miracle, sir.
Is this Victorian London?
Our dreams are made of jade.
Your time machine is a miracle, sir.
I won’t hesitate to say.
A horse-drawn carriage is running.
We have already met.
Your time machine is a vehicle.
It took me two centuries back.
Is this Piccadilly Street?
We promised to meet there.

Anahit Arustamyan

Anahit Arustamyan

I was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. After graduating the university I published some of my earlypoems in the local anthology called ''Garun'' translated into English ''Spring''. My later works were published in different international anthologies and online magazines. I authored paperback books entitled My Intoxicated Ink, The Queen Of Metaphors and e-books entitled My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue and The Phantom's Dolphin. My books are in English and available on Amazon and Lulu.
Anahit Arustamyan

Latest posts by Anahit Arustamyan (see all)

Read previous post:
Dying Of The Winter Light by Eoghan Lyng at Spillwords.com
Dying Of The Winter Light

Dying Of The Winter Light written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng   Half broken Christmas trees waken me To an ice...

Close