Saturday, April 11, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 8

Late because this was harder to write than expected, and took an extra two days to finally take some sort of shape. Still isn't perfect, but hopefully the sentiment got into the words and onto the page.


Steal me, oh thief Time - my youth and years
That age not touch you nor sully your strength
Grow old with me, stay with me
That I will not bury you before I die.
Let my lifeblood seep into yours
That I may take on the weakness of age
And you remain young.
The loss of you would shatter my universe
A black hole remaining where your presence
Has been everything:
My life, my love, my existence.
The shadows creep forward on Time's sundial
Like Hezekiah, I will them to turn back.

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