Poem - The Child of our time

A little something I wrote...

The child of our time

We spoke over a thousand dotted skies,
Who knew the tide could be heard from so far away.
Upon the sheets we gathered, our bodies moist, moist
The words of our world tender, tender
A string of hope run circles around us,
A child of our time, binding us in mischief.

I recall the click of screens
Poised and eager, drenched was I, in the wave that crashed so aimlessly over me
Then, our lives were so eager, eager
And here, our rivers calmer, calmer
A string of hope run circles around us
A child of our time, binding us in mischief

The things left behind, were once the only things we’d save
Like pyramids of time, built upon the dust of longing
Tricks of the mind, the aimless heart, bewildered, bewildered.
The bouncing of a frantic heart, electric, electric
A string of hope run circles around us
A child of our time, binding us in mischief

And there we were, fingers raised to the sky
Mingling, as though in search.
Though happiness was always around.