TICKTOCK

Some ticks are nursed under the eyelids,
Some ticks burn inside the eys,
they take a broken dream away with them,
some ticks change sides...

They hide themselves in words,like a riddle,
or laugh together with like a friend,
some ticks haunt our breaths...

They twinkle on the path of relationships,
they drown in the boats of eyes,
some ticks decline like the setting sun...

These ticks are wayfarers,they keep on moving,
slowly,tick by tick,they'll be forgotten,
walking slowly in their own tenor...