Centuries long of waiting,
Eyes white,
Cloaked in garment.
Frozen in bits and pieces.
Stone formations command
the mists to garnish the lovers
in ubiquitous lament.
Frozen in all and empty,
crabs yield their armour,
condone.
Hands grope after waters,
though for long they’re dry and gone.
Hearts are placed in grey ridges.
Fingers fumble,
uncovering blindfolding rags.
Eyes wide open,
under the cover they whitened their lens.
The winds woo with their whistles,
though poignant and piercing as ice.
Rugged slopes eat drops of rivers
as the time nests in defiance.
The chest, heated and arrowed,
drops mountains of unspoken pearls.
Shiny drops spitted and coloured,
make long whispers wide heard.
Here it comes,
with the exhale.
Listen, as your ears can lend.
Time eater,
I’ve been waiting.
Time eater,
Will you relent?