every hour a watching

eye can glimpse up upon

the passing of time and

Across many thoughts give

pathways to define

the crossroads

was bound to be at the end

of our time when

a way could ever be seen

beneath the wooden door

hidden away in the floor

that allows us to escape

to the place we

can make time stop

when we won’t know

how much time passed

when we snuggle up


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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