Beneath The Clock

A floral dress with a straw hat
Unlikely scene.
A foot tapping thought;
Dance or disaster.
A little walk, a little jig;
And then come back.

A flick of the hat
Fluttering heart.
And then a frown;
Anger’s abound.
A little walk, a little jig;
Patience’s been seeked.

Suddenly a sign
The watch is over,
And so is the wait.
A breath-taking smile
A little walk, a little jig;
And now no more miles.

Dashed

it clouds my mind;
these obsessive thoughts of mine.
random and abstract; making me experience the truths, the ups and downs.
i see pathos here;
for me to dissolve this abstraction
and for him to reach out further.

i laugh with him and cry for him;
emotions for reason unknown.
hovering and hyperactive; like a butterfly, ready to take off when it suits them.
i see a longing here;
for me to soar higher in the sky
and for him of a never ending hope.