I guess time means nothing
at least its starting to lose its priority
i guess when life is going right
and things are looking up
watching the clock becomes un nessicary
living by the tick of the hands..
is a long past memory
for that tick is now silent
bothering to look at the clock has lost its luster and appeal
yet life has regained all of its zest
i wonder what this could be
as i stare into your eyes
what possibly could have stopped
the insanley loud ticking
the slow moving hands
the time a wasting itself
as others faded away beneath it.
then i realize
it is exactly what i am staring at
that has stopped the hands of time
your crystal blue eyes
your ever changing smiles
the hands of time have bowed before you
in remembrance of your power
realizing that you brought them to defeat
once and all
you\'ve taken away the clock
the slow motion pattern of time.
twenty four hours becomes a lifetime
one minute becames the most lovely time in my life
only a second i need with you
to stop hearing that tick.
that tock.
that clock.
