Moments flickers past, hands reach up to catch,
Through the fingers, like grains of sand,
Time flashes by me, not even leaving a scratch
All my moments end up spilling on the land.
It’s not easy, when I watch a black canvas
Waiting for me to hatch my ideas upon it,
Nothing, a crawling darkness, so I must,
Focus. Heart hammers hard, a rhythm to get my time,
Slipping, I know I am, voices turn to screams
A desperate moment, in a surge of blood and whispers
My mind convulses under a thin film of panic,
Laced with a rumbling fear, locking my joints until
I no longer have the energy to help, to aid,
But the faint ticking of my moment wash away angst.
My feet tread upon sturdy ground, I’m sure of this weight
That I shift across a rapid of seconds. My slow movements
Can’t keep up and I fall behind. Holding on my moments,
A grasp of reality pulls me clear from the horror.
I reach a crowd of shadows who mumble my name.
Cries of panic tug at me in a current of confusion.
I find the root, taking it in my outstretch hands.
Solid and true, I follow it to my knees. Ground.
My fingertips run down it, sure that I am safe.
Blinking back, eyes blurry with ominous tears, searching
For a solution. Anything, anyone and anyway, something
Falls into place, a cog in my mind; the final piece of this
Puzzle. The completed image and I see you there.
Warm and soft, distinct knowledge floods my mind
Filling the hold inside, a gaping hole it was. Itchy,
A pain that was once excruciating, corroded by
Panic. Instead, purposeful and alert, I reach into certainty.
My voice rolls out from a box of comfort, tied with a silken bow,
My hand moves to bring the end of the suffering.
A touch is all. I lurch into a rush of feelings.
My soul connects to a wreath of affection.
Only then, when I find you. I close my hand
A moment to tie me down so I don’t go
Without finding a true mission, time would end
I would perish. But now, I have my mission.
To help you, and to love you.
