Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

please don't tell me what time it is,
turn off your cell phone, put it away
let our time together not be measured
every second by rhythmic audible ticking

let us rise above the newness of the age
disappear in the nowness of the moment,
that will only be here just this once....
let us not regret any missed waltzes

let us not shun the dance partners
waiting in folding chairs on the other side
of the hall...swallow my eyes
let them melt in your mouth like truffles

of chocolate, savor what I see with them,
there is no need for pieces that monitor time
eschew all spinning hands and boxy red
flickering numbers

the earth will turn with or without us, and I can see
more clearly when I focus on this very moment,
when I lose myself head over heels, helplessly
in the absence of time

The gods have given you a great gift my friend.

Can't speak to the gods but your piece gave me a moment to remember the days before men carried talk in their pockets

it's hard to sidestep the gods, I agree
However, this piece is luscious in its passion

thanx very much colleagues....enjoyed the comments immensely