Time is gone

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Time is gone

The distance between my head and the ground

is a bridge, lately.

I have been talking houses, candles and clouds

but I can not touch the silver heart.

I look for golden and diamond is not even there,

half way, nowhere road.

My feet are born of stone toes,

you can not hear my hands, leave

the shelter of my favourite blue coat.

You gaze or stare, but don’t say.

It’s just that simple thing,

when you serve time, unconditional

as a redemption, I may not say,

I must admit, I did not fail;

I could not.

A clock on the wall shines in the night.

My hands know it.

I hear, every time, when the clock strikes 12.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 7, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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