George

swirling

I am once in the swirling counterclockwise living room clock

wake up again..
He is crying in tones of peace.
Like the ride Jesus found love.
As He sees me one day like a thousand year.
How i recall my childhood,
for a certain believe.
Not longing for the cross..
Not Buddha big-o-try.
Not words they proved.
but He only cried once by the sun set of Noah's ark.
How to die for died.
If i ever in love.
Death sense.
i once wake up.
Knowing something about stars, space, and time.