Mya Cristine Brooks Poetry

If time stopped, is it to be your wish?
In the blink of a being's eye
the wind would sing of nothing but silence
and the human heart would stop it's manic
drumming, the flowers roots like Screaming
infant lungs
butterfly wings
caught
and frozen in nets of thick gravity,
The hark of Angels
whispering secrets of the non-believes
and conspiracy.
Book pages in mid turn
pleading to hold hands with the
reader who will one day change
thoughts that have yet to be created.

all this time you saved and pulled
from clocks,
big Ben, the watchmaker
is waiting for life to save it;

you must first open your arms
to let them join in the reality
of your mind
bofre the countdown
can truly begin.

Poet: Mya Cristine Brooks