Revolves
around one precious moment
That
single fleeting opportunity in a mundane life
Which
eased the never ending torment
A
working week
Filled
with hope in some far flung lands
Far
too long have we travelled this highway
Two
journeys split by the festering world’s demands
Fridays
nights
Welcomed
with unrecognisable sobriety
Best behavior guaranteed for this single opportunity
Of
hope, peace comfort and clarity
Four
A.M.
Clock
ticking ever closer to the hour
That
your voice will be ringing in my ear
And I
will once again succumb to your power
Four
A.M.
The
weekly ritual
Awake
for this moment
Time
to make the call
Four
A.M.
The
hour that will be remembered for a lifetime
The
hour that forever stopped the endless separation
The
hour that you finally become mine.
©
Fergus Martin
2012
I really like this and can identify with it
ReplyDeleteThank you Stephie, much appreciated.
DeleteI love this poem. It's beautiful ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you arnav, thank you for reading it
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