And it's time time time..

[hotsteetcola]

I am oddly at peace.

I'm not sure why.

There's a type of angst in being desired by those whom you don't want; while you yourself desire a person who does not want you. And thus the cycle continues. Until there is a break. That unplanned moment when the world and stars...fate...circumstances, whatever, allows for the perfect timing to establish a connection.

And no matter how brief or long-lasting it is, the moment was there.

Perhaps someday, poetry might emulate that moment. Maybe.

I keep this moment by and by. I miss you now, my love, merry Christmas.

put a candle in the window
and a kiss upon his lips
as the dish outside the window fills with rain
just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
pay the fiddler off until i come back again
and it's time time time
and it's time time time
and it's time time time
that you'll love
and it's time time time.