Mine is a reminder, the opening of larger piece … but it is open ended like everything I write and can be interpreted as the reader needs it to be. I love words and the immeasurable ways they can be strung out.
…all words carry such a huge responsibility, being a window to the soul…
Zoso… the garden, an awesome song.
In the rise and the set of the sun
To the stars goes spinning
Spinning 'round the night
Oh it is what it is and forever
Each moment of memory aflight
The arrow flies while you dream
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away
They tick away