Time is endless

It was half past nine 

i was down on mine.

Wanderlust had 

all the thunder dust

My hands were in 

your sands in the

trappers lands.

you've got a hollow soul

i feel the love is missing

the colors in your eyes is

something I've been wishing

With a burden on my back

to cover darkened your tracks

I am in the sun 

it's to hot to move

with the slightest  

move of truth 

I'll go back to fold

in the old books 

of told 

I was in your sight 

but shocked by light

It was half the time

but i was down on mine

Author's Note

What do you think

Reviews

[Relic]

it's (too) hot to move

Like warriors of old, caution and wisdom must win the day. Disappointments and loses are inevitable. We must be prepared.

Good poem.

[Adam Adams]

Must consider this poetry one of my fav! With too many highly valuable perspectives of "love & time" have you poured down in these... so-called "endless" words. Always good to read something proactive, and valuable esp. when it's concerned 'bout love, time, and old-books.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes I agree a song x a good one

[Ken Simm.]

This could be a song in my opinion. And a good one at that.