The Rider
09-29-2009, 11:14 PM
Eyelids can bring night far quicker than the sun
But day's length remains measured eternal,
Eternally promising a mileage immeasurable
By foot falls, or flight times.
Less understood, is this distance,
By old cartographers then by young lovers,
For on a map's rose, which direction points the hour hand?
Can eight bells truly face the bearer North?
With such a legend I understand
Why some fools choose to sleep it off;
Forgo the bearing wait above, and cross the mighty Atlas path,
And dream with both eyes closed.
Instead darling, stay awake and think of me,
Set your watch by the ticking of your heart;
The faster it beats, the closer I am to you.
But day's length remains measured eternal,
Eternally promising a mileage immeasurable
By foot falls, or flight times.
Less understood, is this distance,
By old cartographers then by young lovers,
For on a map's rose, which direction points the hour hand?
Can eight bells truly face the bearer North?
With such a legend I understand
Why some fools choose to sleep it off;
Forgo the bearing wait above, and cross the mighty Atlas path,
And dream with both eyes closed.
Instead darling, stay awake and think of me,
Set your watch by the ticking of your heart;
The faster it beats, the closer I am to you.