TWENTY FOUR HOURS

 

Twenty-four hours to go –
the music wearies on
As my right foot hits the tarmac
Of a greener turn

Twenty-four hours to go
and in bemused ecstasy
I watch frozen sand grains distil
In a harmattan mist
 
Twenty-four hours to go
parting words fail my lips
More so, the echoing emptiness
Of my receding feet
 
Twenty-four hours to go and you leave
only the memories of flimsy shadows…
 
Twenty-four hours to go
but the world will never know
The cosmos hollow revving through my soul
 
Twenty-four hours to go
Should I cry, sigh
Or write you a romantic line?
 
Twenty-four hours to go
And I know not how to say good-bye

 

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