In my heart time is ticking
like a clock with cuckoo bird
beating gently in slow rhythm
of cherished moments
and whispered words.
In my heart time is tocking
like the cuckoo in its nest
and I feel my spirit quiver
swirling in my murmuring chest.
And I hear a far off calling
from beyond the edge of time
melodies of fresh new mornings
crisp blue dawns
and breeze that chimes.
In my heart time is beating
bursting bright in saffron blaze
smoldering ashes of past that’s gone
inviting in bright sunny days.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 27, 1999 | Graymoor, IL
Photography: Asaf Fulks | The OC Recording Company
Oceanside, California
