It’s only a matter of time but time is beginning to matter.
We’re on borrowed time and our debt does not flatter…
We squandered our starlight savings and our wishes scatter…
We may one day be evicted from dream.
Stalling for time together and investing in want of time,
He tinkers to rig the cogs and re-wheel the sprockets back an hour.
She refigures and rewires the hours forward within her pockets.
And they tamper simultaneously
As if they could put a spell on just one hour superstitiously
And through hypnosis, convince it’s sixty minutes into days
Of lifetimes, into perpetuity recycling existences,
For extending the duration of their serendipitous instances.
But even love cannot reconfigure the universal timetable.
Wind back an hour, race against the next if you must –
But the sands of time are not mechanical nor susceptible
To even the ingenuity of lovers on a quest for eternity.
Though we have fashioned ourselves timeless
And fancied ourselves ahead of time with eternity to spare
We are not timekeepers, we have no genius as tinkerers,
We are destined to be timeweepers interred.
Maybe the universe didn’t time us right,
Maybe I’ll forever be lost to the track of your time,
Maybe we’ll be forever marred by the tender scar
There to remind us of how we missed the other
In just the nick of time…
But I’ll always love how you made the hours fall away
Into pockets of forget-me-nots.
We were tenants of a dream, for a time being,
Timekeepers, daylight’s sleepers, and for a time,
Fleeing from the sleep we lost over time never to be bought
With compelling stories of love
Yet these tears are blessings too,
Blessings of years together, nevertheless, bought at a cost,
You and I cry, we were dreamers.
We’re indebted to the temporary resting places
Of heaven’s endless tenses of dream
– You and I, the Timeweepers.
© 2014. Asha Gowan. All Rights Reserved.