The hands on the clock move around in their automatic style. The girl on my mind is always there in the same automatic style.

At night when I close my eyes instantly I drift away. Once sleep has come instantly she comes into my dreams.

She is the girl of my thoughts. She is the girl of my dreams. Only if she were mine.

The earth moves around the sun, never remaining in the same place. This girl always remains in the same place, in my head.

As the world moves the sun sets creating a beautiful horizon, but this beauty fades only to return another day. Unlike this image her beauty is constant, never fading.

Seldomly there is a moment which passes when she isn’t on my mind. Confused like a person seeing a mime for the first time, I wonder, what shall I do. Close my eyes and think of you.

By: Tim Harrison