Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead – Dead Deer

Time Was Running Out

The last time he came
Through this grey door
He found the thing that
Is now trying to elude.

So slowly had he entered
that troubled moment
when the sky, the moon,
the clouds, the stars, fell

Yet all is well this blue
And yellow evening
So good it is that
He rushes in without

Time has come, the time
Went well, his song
Not the singer was
All that urges now

Even as his very being
Speeded onward toward
That fateful day he knew
His watch, his time had gone.

 

Today I wrote from 15:08 to 15:18. I was prompted by the idea   here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here