With the minute hand's approach
to the fabled midnight mark
a magic stirs within the sky
yet no wonder seems to whirl
because a sense of fate prevails
as a breeze turns into chill
and a growing sense of will
begins in me to fight the spell
cast upon my natal day:
to break the curse of minutes lost
and live without a mind for clocks
- to never dread a pendulum,
be fearless now beneath the bells
signifying hours past, at last
emancipating life from time.

Tonight © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 27, 2019