Time Traveller

When I was young

I watched 

the shadows of my soul 

moving and dancing 
in tune and in time 
to the clock radio.

Each minute 

passing and pulsing

Aging silently into space.

Each night searching

waiting and waiting and waiting

 for something
from another place and time
for someone 

meaningful, sparkling, and glistening.

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