UNTITLED

My sun’s come up,
I’m drenched in gold—
that means I’m running late!

It was just a moment,
I placed it down,
but Time rolled right away.

I wrote to you, almost at 2.
You must have seen at 8.

Time rolled back around,
my sun’s come down.
My daylight’s drained away.

I think of you.
The light goes thin.
I think it’s getting late.

Still no word from you.
I’ve finally fallen fast asleep—
and you’re finally wide awake.

I can feel it:
Time and you, slipping through
my fingers both the same.

I dreamed a dream,
I spoke with Time,
and tried to plead my case.

But Time is deaf,
and Time is blind—
and Time will never wait.

And although I dream it true,
neither will you.

You’re half a world away.