Footprints of the Soul//Poem Book

Time watches.

Time rolls by
like a wheel on the wall
darkness drapes over the sky
decending like a shawl.

the wheel turns once more
and time stops for a moment
we hold our breath at the law
Time watches.

the metal on our wrist
cast of steel and silver
reminds us of what we have missed
passing by like a river.

and we are awoken by a noise
ripped from eternal slumber
Time stares at you with a choice
loose it all, or follow his numbers.