it could be right now or maybe later"
I never knew just what you meant
the time I'm there is overspent
forgive me, I've been here too long
my faith has been used up
You said "don't go, wait a little longer,
this shroud is slipping, I'm about to discover...
where the treasure is hidden"
I never knew just what you meant
I swept the cobwebs from the room
hands on the clock moving backward
You wonder where the time has gone
your time is now and you're ready to begin
do you feel the depth of empty shadow?
breathe the freshness of mountain air
the time has come but I'm not there
the time has come but I'm not there
"it's finally time" you say to thin air
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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