Make It Count

Calendars are ubiquitous
Making time tick at us
The counting of hours
Both pleasant and sour
Reminding us all
Of deadlines that call
Timing could be perfect
Or things could be wrecked
Depending on your planning
There is only one question remaining
Is it time?
Or not?

Sight

Call on me in that darkest hour
From your dark and hidden cower
I'll be what you need me to
Do what no one else can do a
And take you to my hidden bower

Our love is your secret power
When the rest of the world seems sour
I know you're feeling blue
The world will see what it wants

We enjoy the grandest flower
Grown and strewn from highest towers Bloomed in love so true
You know just what to do
We possess all the power
The world will see what it wants

Taste

A taste is all you receive

Too much turns sour

Only a brief tease

Never enough

Only a shining moment

Burning so hot

Fire volcanic

Then burned out

Go before it is begun

Oh Candle,

Flame brightly!

But never seem

As though you

Have been lit

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