Poetry Dice Challenge 3000 > Week 7

Written for: https://steemit.com/poetrydice/@robyneggs/poetry-dice-challenge-3000-week-7-new-roll

Eye the clock
Half past one
If the midnight moon could only push back time
He wishes

If he had the chance, he'd
Tip the scales
In his favor with a proffered hand
Half past two

The moon has no hands, only clocks do
Poor moon, and so he lost her to
Time, marching forward

Love me,
Calls the midnight moon
To the past

The tent flap opens
And there stands
Growth...
Apple blossoms rain on her face

Outside everything is outside.

He shines on her and loves her
L
O
V
E
S
Her
But she only has eyes for her
Time

Push back the time, moon.

He dips to the west.

Half past 3.

Too many hours until midnight again