Jay Chambers
The ticking of the clock
Proved to us our temporary youth
That these days won’t last
The days when
we laugh underneath the moonlight
Before I leave to head home
Guided by a shining star
we dance in your parent’s kitchen
The only music our beating hearts
And whispers of loving oaths
you cry in longing
Wishing that my feet were glued
On the ground I stand.
These days are temporal
But we are pleased to know
That the fleeting
Soon will be the forever.