But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. — 2 Peter 3:8

What’s the time again?
The tender light through my shades
defines the hour, timeless.
Once again, I’m caged in infinity.

And the sacred silence
doesn’t help. Where are
the children, why have they ceased
their playing in the streets?

Where are the murdered
and the sick and the deceased?
Where are the fumes and the deadly sirens
of grief and endless fatigue?

I need a sign, a whisper in my ear,
a gentle touch of defined light
to cast an hour on my clock
and turn oblivion into night.

Originally published by Blackprint Poetry.

Thanks to ShadiatiQue for the beautiful picture. Make sure to check out her blog.

Time is a mystery, time is elastic.

When I am with my lovely friend Lena, time stands still. We were in a restaurant having a drink. The staff came to us at midnight, said goodnight, and left us a candle. I noticed it was very quiet. I asked Lena what time did she think it was? It was gone 2am in the early hours of the morning.

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One Response to “Endless”

  1. jmsabbagh Says:

    Enchanting.Best wishes.Jalal Michael

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