We Live Our Lives By The Clock

A poem incorporating significantly sentimental material items that hang on my wall.

We live our lives by the clock
Rarely pausing to take stock
Of emotions we project from deep within
One more moment passed in time
Leaving bits of poetic rhyme
Rekindling our connection once again

Consider now, black braided leather
Carressing burgundy feathers
And five red written letters on a mirror
This reminder still remains
Though disguised by its frame
A reflection of enduring love for years

In a rhythmic ebb and flow
Waxing, waning, feel it grow
This enchanted dance begun assumes control
As in sync we two collide
Carried by the waves we ride
To enhanced communication soul to soul