At the stoke of midnight
My heart beats faster,
Beats with the pulse of the gong
Ripping through the silence
As my heart does...
Thud one...
Thud two...
Echoing its cadence that rings
Waking the dead
And the dreaming.
My steps down the passageway
Are also in mimic
Of the chiming clock.
Step three...
Step four...
Shaking at each throb
Stumbling on each stroke.
Fumbling through the chiming symphony.
Now, stopped, looking down
At the gentleman below,
The bell has stopped ringing
It’s as if my heart has stopped too.
The shaking has gone
Since my steps down have ceased
And I feel as if time
Has discontinued
In this moment, gazing at him
Eyes interlocking
Souls interchanging...
This is the man of my dreams. |
Submission Name: The Man of my Dreams
