Poem 5

Your clock is never to stop and my arm is never to rest,

And my hand is never to stop writing songs of the heart,

For the ones around me,

For myself, but especially for you, my friend,

My soul mate and my tingly one,

My overprotective lover and cherish-able being of dark and light,

Sailing with me across days and nights,

Keeping my hand into yours and closing the eyes, but knowing you’re there.

You’re always there in the shadows.