When Time Stands Still

temporary healing
brings about fleeting hope
those moments when the hands
of time stand still
as I dream, the clock has stopped
an untamed heart, wonders, ponders
and believes that someone
is watching, waiting
seeing these scars
as badges of insurmountable courage
fueled by a heart that refuses
to let go
a dreamer just waiting
for the final fantasy, the last
train when two hands become
intertwined forever
locked together for
the purpose of dual strength
a magical duet, the finest
performances striking
high, hopeful, happy chords...