Time

Scratch the surface of one thought

Which sets your soul on fire, and

The time that thought.

One minute.

I begged my thought to continue

Streaming beautifully without cause

Or consequence, but rather for the

Words to place themselves in any order

They were meant to be. 

And when I was

Done with this one minute

I viewed

What time had done?

My thought was simple.

I thought of

Death as a friend.

I then wanted to save

Death just one time so I might be able

To love its purpose.