Evening Surprise

Stranded between existance and time
i stare at the faceless clock
listening...
there's a sigh from the tick
and a groan in the tock

tick

tooooooock

will it?

stoooooooop?

or, indeed, start?
trickery in the mind reveals
the emptiness of a heart
void of meaning...

maybe the hands on the clock
are in need of cleaning
or oiling
meanwhile the worker bees
carry on toiling

time so slow it actually hurts
i think this clock is set in reverse
nothing works
nothing moves, nothing IS!
away from you, NOTHING LIVES!!!
They're just....there...
stupid chair, stupid fan, stupid floor-

...suddenly you're at the entrance to my store
wings tucked away
still a vision from the scripture
framed in my doorway
you are my favourite picture
eyes full of joy, (how i treasure those eyes!!)
you float in smiling, "Surprise!"