Ocean Time

Tempus fugit or so they say,
Winters fast approach.
A summer time I can’t delay,
The situation gauche.

Right now it’s only you on my mind,
No room there for any other.
I sit and watch the clock unwind
Knowing these feelings I must just smother.

I wonder if you see me when you sleep,
The same way that I see you.
A gorgeous vision of wide oceans deep
And mysteries yet to be viewed.