3121

Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the wall. Time passes and I wait hoping that today, in this hour, minute or second new life will enter in where an old life that has - been through the mill - can only rejoice that new life has began. A life that once had hopes and dreams, but one in which a twist of fate caused it to go astray. Time is important now. At one time it wasn't. New hopes and dreams are now the norm, but fear, dread, and gloom are having their way.

In another place I watch as the pendulum moves back and forth, back and forth, while the clock keeps ticking. I watch as others meet, love, and marry, but I nothing. I wait for the fear, gloom, and dread to move, but only more time passes for some reason they refuse to leave. They seemed to want to stay locked up inside of me not caring even a little that all this time is passing by and that others meet, love, and marry, but I nothing - growing older, time, it passes and doesn't stop! I wish it would, could, but it can't.

In the meanwhile, love waits in the shadows - waiting for the light to eclipse the darkness, so that it can have the one that it loves. Waiting and wanting you, but nothing moves, nothing happens - only more time passes by. .

I look over the horizon, but light is not seen. A thousand miles traveled, but no light, so I must say to you, go away my love for now is not the time for love. Perhaps another time, another place, or 3121 or more passing time.