hands of a clock

Cold musty alone in a tunnel
winding the wind in my face
blowing - it is weary and long
not ending

that quietness

days like these are few
as the hands of the clock drift
apart like my souls peace

as time moves on it is another day
it feels like the day that the hands
of the clock have come to rest again
contented to stay put and
time loses all its meaning

hands together not wanting to move
warm fresh and together in side
still the gentle breeze
caressing calm and the rest
not ending

that calmness

life then in a cloud of contentment
but the wind strengthens and time
starts again life goes in full circle
as we learn the difference between

that quietness

and

that calmness