Time is a thief.
I plan to buy back time at my ending.
I can smell the lack of time left.
In the far lands,
I hear the ticking
of life’s time clock.
Yet, I can not taste
that inevitable
drip of time melting away.
Let me hold you time
Allow me to caress your strands
and wrap them ‘round me tightly.
I am blind,
I can not hear
the striking of the clock bells.
Into a whirlwind
I ride to find my son, Cody
In Cody, Wyoming in time.