Tick Tock

Flowers fall from head to toe
from were we let our posies grow.
Waiting, waiting for the clock to strike.
For the selfish quiet that comes with time.

A million thoughts fall on veiled eyes,
A million questions fall on death ears.
A million times being told again
"your time is up , your time is gone"

Peach sunsets come and go
come and go ,I hope you know.
Winter streams still patiently flow
Flow and know
Watch and go.