In between conscience and obliteration
There lies a realm not unlike right now
Favored in light yet mahogany to the touch
Its character lost on the rocks of fear

This aspect of my location in time on which
The very drift of your stellar shores abide
Are bridled by the look you’ve borne my way
Sending me dreams in states unmoored by its

Station your place inside me all but ruined
Blanketed with steel like time’s open doors
Over a threshold of petrified thought you’ve
Shown me again and again over and over

While I castigate the memory of this perception
In a slip-line of time across the fanfare of my
Heart I tumble across your patience that cannot
Wait any longer I cannot wait to hold you in my arms

© K. James Ribble