Samantha Mangiofico 11/9/2010 9:36 AM Poetry

Timeless Seconds

There are stars in the dark that will never dull,

Never dim, they shine until the End.

Hundreds of years pass and they still sing on.

Yet this ignorant planet, this tiny little world turns,

Only one ever feeling it,

No one notices the stars; no one saw the change,

But I did.

I saw the world and the stars change,

All but a nightmare to others but memories to me.

The same laughing face, everyone looks the same,

The giant star, a shooting diamond,

Dark figures, Weeping Angels.

I saw extermination, I saw time itself, I saw rebirth.

Regenerating the time and stars,

One through eleven, always there but never the same.

Destruction of life as we know it,

When there were wars with gas masked children asking for their mothers.

History changed, put back, and changed again.

Historic places affected all by one force.

The entire world's knowledge in one place,

That place drowning in the shadows of the past.

"Hey! Who turned out the lights?"

But then it's all gone,

The earth, the stars, the people.

Gone with a violent bang when no one was watching,

And in seconds it came back again.

Why is time even in place?

It's just a big ball of string covered in what has, will, and is happening.

I can't blink; I can't stop counting the shadows to make sure I'm alone.

I keep seeing things that don't fit.

A captain, a displaced rose, a doctor, and a bad wolf.

There's a deep bellowing hum that never leaves,

The painful crying fills my mind, though it never covers the reoccurring noise.

Bum, bum, bum, bum.

Four beats, two pounding hearts.

The louder it gets the closer they are, I am, to the surface.

All these things seem normal to me,

And yet I'm becoming like them.

It's all turning into a dream.

These timeless seconds,

Singing stars,

All this means is one thing in the end.

It's time to wake up from this madness.

But I don't want to awaken,

This dream, if it is a dream anymore,

Is too real and though it seems dark and terrible.

Let me sleep, just a bit longer,

So I can stop repeating –

So I can stop repeating myself,

Let me sleep till the stars die out,

And someone notices.

Let the wedding bells sound,

And life return to the duck-less pond.

Let the explosions take place,

Have Pandora's box open.

Contact the singing river,

"Hello Sweetie".

Wear bowties thinking they're cool.

Help the oncoming storm,

And the drums sound.

Crash into the end,

Cracks forming.

Paintings of flowers,

And romantic places.

Fantastic,

Allons-y, Let's go;

Geronimo.

The death of a great man,

The understanding of the misunderstood,

All coming together for one last dance.

Let me sleep, oh please let the dreams come.

And have them be real this time.

Erase moments in time that disappear with the cracks.

Let me sleep in a dreamless place where nothing is as it seems.

Let me sleep till the timeless seconds end.