The muse of a mind of chaotic prose
If I could stop time we could pause and show.
We could speak with our tongues the language of lust
the desire to explore and to watch is a must.
If I could wield the sands in the hour glass
that make my hours pass so fast
I could stop them on a level ground
whilst your fingers touch the pearl that was found.
I could tinkle with space and create a new land
where everything happened with the touch of your hand.
Oh muse if I could stop the ticking of life’s eternal time
we could pause and commit such sinful crimes.
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.