Beating Time

Saddened by her loss she uncurls.
It takes the best part of her to straighten
And sheís drawn to the watch upon her wrist
Beating time like a loverís fist
Beating time like a loverís fist

Single bars were her saving grace.
They kept the lines back from her face.
And even now her heart is swelled
By the whisper of wedding bells
By the whisper of wedding bells

She makes a cup of coffee last.
As her fingers curve the glass
She sees the mirror straight and true
Resting in the socket of her room

She goes down to the windy shore
She feels listless, uncalled
It feeds her with its thickened mist
She is hushed with a loverís kiss
She is hushed with a loverís kiss

She makes a cup of coffee last
As her fingers curve the glass
She sees the mirror straight and true
Resting in the socket of her room

©Stephen Baker 2001
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