One thing I never understood is "time."
Why we can't turn it back, why we can't slow it down,
why we can't dismantle it all together and pay no attention
to how quickly our life is perishing.
But one thing I don't question, one thing I trust about
the hours and minutes that number my days,
is that time is what it takes-
for you to be with me.
I am no ordinary poetess, writing with her beloved in mind,
but you dear muse....
aren't even created yet. You are formed; you are a living,
breathing, (and if I had to guess, beautiful) human being,
but you're not created yet-
Though, it won't be long. It won't be long until heaven
can no longer wait for this divinity, this unity, this God
ordained spectacle of true love
Time stands still for no man and here you are pondering time because you want to see this beautiful human that you have created in your mind. It's truly beautiful how you wrote this and the ending is penned wonderfully.
1 year ago
by Ben Pickard
Wonderful, Chelsey - truly. I love the end:
"I hope you're as anxious as me......to meet". Really strong end and a really strong poem.
All the best,