Time... day by day

Time... day by day

Out of time

The time goes on - off down,
like a strange telephone.

The future is a clock,
that wakes me up in the morning,
that one time takes off
in the present-day.

My dream is the man without lies,
with love just for me;
the man that I wish near me,
he hasn’t arrived yet.
I want to know,
if he really exist.

My life is a bridge,
which I have to cross;
with my spirit,
who wrote some words,
with my person
not very old,
who lives since many years alone.

One day
it shall be too late
for a man to do something,
or to wait.
The time
shall be out of life…
(Cornelia Linzner, Linz, 16.04.2016)

“Poetry by Mag. Cornelia Linzner”