HeartLines

A Sacred Heart University Student-Run Literary Magazine

“Mother Nature, Father Time” – By Sam Kealey

And he hadn’t seen a light as bright 
as the one he saw in her eyes that night.
So he held her close and he held her tight
and as he listened to her intermittent beating heart at night
and as he listened to her intermittent beating heart at night he’d write:

Oh my darling, oh my dear, rest your head, no need to fear. Close your eyes and dare to dream of all the things that you could be. I’ll bat these teardrops from your eyes like all these moments lost to time, like all these memories in my mind, when you grow old what will you find?

Here in this hallway on the wall
there lives a frame that tells it all
A little light
A pretty sight
She’s growing up
She’s taking flight
She just drives on.

so she fell in love on a Saturday night,
she was waiting for the weekend,
she knew it for a while, but
my God, it just felt so right
So she took him beside the drive-in lights, held his hands, looked in his eyes
And, through star-crossed tears she said:

My dear, there in the distance I can hear the church bells ring the choir sings as all the angels spread their wings into the skies they all will fly through shooting suns and setting nights ain’t it the tiding of all tides, ain’t it the way of all the waves, ain’t it the bain of every sailor to wash ashore again someday?

So he heads home and there he lies
there with his stardust-laden eyes
he cries, he tries, he screams,
he dreams of all the things
he thought he’d be
can’t find the
future
lost
the past
meant to be,
not meant to last
he packs his bags, he
loads the car, he hits the road,
he’s come so far, he just drives on.

so with eyes the size of heartbeats, in a memory gone too soon, half-eaten moon, crestfallen land, where castles crumble, turn to sand; I took your hand and down we fell, I kissed your cheek and wished you well. We had our fun, we had our day, the curtain closes, music fades for our hometown, a graveyard now, where all the tombstones talk of how death did them part an August night, the story ends, they sell the rights, their final breath is up in lights, that distant drive-in, weekend night, through scattered stardust on the sign, it read:

God bless ya, Mother Nature, Father Time!

and they drive on.


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