Hickory, dickory, dock.
\nTime is not a clock.<\/p>\n
This is what time is.<\/p>\n
This.<\/p>\n
Somewhere out there
\nis where,
\nof a day
\nsomeone will see
\nthe last firefly.<\/p>\n
Somewhere out there
\nis where,
\nof a day,
\nsomeone will drink
\nthe last cup of tea.<\/p>\n
One day
\nthere will be only
\none kiss left
\nand it is up to us
\nto make sure now
\nthat it will be a good one
\nthen
\nfor whoever is blessed with it.<\/p>\n
Somewhere out there
\nawaits the last
\nhello,
\nthe last
\ngoodbye,
\nthe last
\nI love you.<\/p>\n
Someone,
\nright now,
\nis sitting close
\nto where the last
\ngrave will be dug
\nwith a shovel that will
\nsomeday be hurled
\nacross the firmament
\nas dust that
\nno one will ever see again
\nuntil it’s brought into carnation in another
\ngalaxy where the word
\nshovel
\nis a different concept entirely.<\/p>\n
Someday.<\/p>\n
Someday.<\/p>\n
Someday . . .<\/p>\n
All of those things
\nare coming.
\nWith a certainty
\nand a crash
\nand a bang.
\nGonna happen.
\nMight even happen to one of you.<\/p>\n
So.<\/p>\n
Come to me my Mousie.
\nCome to me my soft one
\nin the evening air,
\nyou of the hair I long to touch,
\nthe lips I long to kiss,
\nthe heart whose beat powers the moon
\nwhich can move the sea.
\nSit with me
\nand watch the sun go
\ndown for the only time
\ntoday.
\nThere is only this moment for us,
\nonly one bright day
\nthat is this one
\nand I may not see you tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I love you.<\/p>\n
This is not the last “I love you”
\nbut it is one of the best.
\nBecause it real
\nand it is now
\nand it defines this moment in time.
\nWhich has nothing to do with a clock.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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