091. At Six O'Clock

I ponder many thoughts

at six o’clock.

It is when I hear the sound 

of a tick-tock.

Each moment, each beat,

the hum drum ba-dum

of a sound, ever so sweet.

The trickling waters 

of time’s flow, 

through and through,

as they align

me to you.

Its sound is delicate,

as it resonates with art.

And its elegance

portrays that of a 

beating heart.

I find myself in awe

at the hourglass

upon an old, dusty shelf,

that ticks away

the rest of my wealth.

At six o’clock,

I am here, upon this rock,

waiting, waiting, 

for your heart, 

to sing.

One last time,

so that I may forever

call you mine, as we are now

lost in endless time… 

…at six o’clock.