Valencia College, Lake Nona Campus

“Hands of Time” & “The Most Natural Thing” – Poems

Hands of Time

When the ages pass,
When the world does burn.
When the hands of time no longer turn,
I will stand amidst the ash.

Mourning the yesterdays and the tomorrows.
Surrounded by the shadows of my sorrows.

Abandoned by those most loved by me.
From this earth, their souls did flee.
Taken by Death and its wraith-like Keeper.
Felled by the sickled staff of the Reaper.
The price of my immortality, there is none steeper.

The debt was paid. Now it is done.
Many lives, for only one.

The Most Natural Thing

He told me that he loved me.
Here.
Right here in this very spot.
He just looked at me with that look of his and said it.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Like saying “Thank you”, or “Goodbye”.
And you know what?
I loved him too.
I just never thought to put it into words.