wavoring,drifting
floating
i follow him
my fate is leading
a cloak he wears
as he stares
he points at the clock on his wrist
"time my dear,time"
slowly he walks
tick tock
sleepily i follow
bluest cloth
shelters pale from the sun
once more he stops
checks his clock
and mumbles sharply
"tick tock"
Confusedly i stop
and check to see my clock
but my wrist is dead
its stuck at mid-
night, to bright for midnight.

this old mans eyes
beautiful and wise,
these reasons i give
for being a disciple of fate
"time knows what?" i somewhat snort
then i notice my way has stopped,
as he turns, a flash of such
a beam of sapphire, a trace of deep fire
a smile that spreads as he
checks his clock, a weakly wrist
shakes, his mouth opens..."tick tock"

its rough, ill revise later...but heres the start of it.

alright my little commitment...what do u think????

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 05, 2002 10:48 AM: Message edited by: rose ]</font>