on time and strength.

we took the time
and stopped it in
it's endless ticking.
our own calendar
of meaning between
the squares and
numbered days.

and now, it seems
the time is mine
to pass and wait
until it lingers again
with your hand in mine.
eyes locked,
the ticking stops
and i can breathe again,
see again, be again.

i want to paint your
tears an ocean
to sail away on.
waves of strength
to stay afloat on,
winds of change
and moving on
and holding you up
until your nights are
clear and the stars
point you home.