It’s seven to ten.

You’re still not here.

It’s just about time.

But you are nowhere to be found.

 

It’s seven to ten.

I’m here and you are not.

Around the earth, I’ve searched.

Nothing came up, nothing came down.

 

It’s seven to ten.

I’ve held on forever.

Looked and waited.

Nothing yet, nothing here.

 

It’s seven to ten.

Where are you?

Just another day gone by.

Sunrise and sunset, alone.

 

It’s seven to ten.

We are about to begin.

No one here but me and my dreams.

Back door closed; poetry written.

 

It’s seven to ten.

Whisper in my ear.

Sweet thoughts.

I know you are near.

 

It’s seven to ten.

No one is knocking at the door.

Not even you, nor she.

I’m about to get up and leave.

 

It’s seven to ten.

Heaven is here.

I’ve looked back now.

I did not see.

 

It’s seven to ten.

Kiss me there.

It’s seven to ten.

Kiss me here.

 

 

© 2003 David Greg Harth

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