The Time That It Takes

Bells ringing in my mind
Harps playing on my skin
Feeling too much music in my head
My attention running thin

I don’t quite often know
Save deeply in the night
What it is that I am feeling
What lies beyond my shallow sight

I know that I am loving you
I am knowing that I care
But I am feeling nothing inside myself
Save the weight of a constant stare

I could be a budding psychopath
Or living in a dream
Hearing nothing much around me
Save a still and silent scream

I feel you all around me
I smell your sweet perfume
The orange and the ginger yell
Filling up my tiny room

I try to ask for nothing
But less is what I get
The prodding and the pushing pleads
Leaving me only with regret

I wish that I could tell you, love
How much I have to say
But the time to pass and feel myself
Takes more than just today