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Click hereYears steal decades on the long road home.
A kind woman gives him pause, for he is lost.
Leaves fall as dead limbs impede his journey.
Yellow eyes warn.
  There is beauty here.
Days steal years with each haunting step.
Pictures smile above the landing, for they are dreams.
A clock chimes his arrival with pleasing calm.
Excited faces beckon.
  Beauty walks and walks the walk
  that has taken so long.
Minutes steal hours on the path to her room.
The woman sleeps with saints, for she is ill.
A dim sliver lights dawn in cautious haze.
Their future summons.
  Minutes. Seconds.
  Breathe.
  Her Her Her!
Pathos whispers sins from ghosts long vanquished.
The two refuse the siren, for they now love.
Trust springs hope in future's bond.
Time no longer pains.
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got it out of my system
I can't be objective about the poem. But I think you said it,
Trust springs hope in future's bond.
Time no longer pains.
As objective as I can be, I think both have an infectious, cautious joy.
Thank you for sharing
Good luck on your future together.
Nice :) Your image of time stealing time was particularly beautiful and effective. One line reads a bit confusing, interrupts the flow;
"A dim sliver lights dawn in cautious haze.
I recommend.. lights "the" dawn..
first impulse was to read the word "lights" as a noun.
Got it out of your system? Give yourself credit. You write well.