A Clock is a Fine Thing

I found these mysterious poems amidst some old files. The document was merely titled "A Clock is a Fine Thing."

The cool breeze blows a breath of air

refreshing hearts and winding clocks

who show that time passes as pumped by blood

and I love you for your clock

The seasons change with warmth and cold

They sow their oats in wind and rain

Theirs is the dance with time

and I love you for your seasons

May the winds take you where they will

but may you build a sail to navigate the waves

of time and seasons.

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In the universal world where we love

I want it heard that the tones we play

are songs for two or more,

that they open doors for things to come.

In the inevitable space where we part

I want it said that Galaxy and Universe

will find it in their hearts

to bring you back to me someday.

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Sound waves change

and so do I

I see it in the screen

I see it in the ups and downs

I have seen you when you’re blue

and see you when you’re green

and all those other colors

makin’ you so mean

But now it's time to find a

mellow shade for the long haul.

We’ll ride down streets

in ancient carts together.

Sound waves change

and so do I

I see it in the screen

I see it in the ups and downs