Motion.

My hands give a little
My fingers find their inspiration
My eyes see what I want to
You
In black and white
Don't stop winding
Up the clocks
Keep them moving till
The year is up
So that I don't have to
Wait anymore
For tears and laughter
Sublet motions
Rented spaces with no
Permanancy

While I sit there
Thinking of what means most
To me
My head in my hands
I close my eyes
Go to where you are
My smile
Eludes the rest of me