Dawning Creations

Words flow endlessly.
I’m keeping track of time,
won’t let you go.
I can’t even dream it,
for fear my tender heart might explode.

We’re in an emotional turmoil,
time giving and time endeavoring to take away.
Danger riding his horse,
weilding his sword,
imaginary or real,
it’s equally terrifying.

A beautiful chokehold,
keeps us still going.
Magnets are still pulling,
drawing us nearer to the place
the place we can’t forget.