Slow it Down

It is only a wink, a genuine smile
That captures the moment with equal
Neatness as a thread of silk
Passing through a needle's eye.

It is an anchor in this temporal river,
Cast only occasionally and only by chance;
Perhaps a reminder that you are the only one
Who can make this world slow down.

That tides should swim against you,
That I should always find you tired,
These things explain the sweetness
When you actually smile.

But I'd rather be an arsehole,
Who blows out candles;
Blowing out the wishes
Of people who have dreamed.
Than imagine my death-bed ridden
With selfish acts and regrets.

So, I offer you realistic promises
To replace the aches of loneliness.
That plague you, once plagued me.
I shall be a Samson, a nazarite
That never believed in God.

But I believe in your happiness,
And your every individual sadness.
They will become my philistines,
And I will bring their roof crashing down.
If only you will take my world,
And slow it down.