Mistress of the Minutes

I am mistress of the minutes rolling by rolling by.

I have longed to pluck the sun from the sky.

Let the turning of the Earth be still be still

By my will.

I am owned but not acknowledged. I am swallowed without sound.

Let my voice let my voice be found.

I am waiting in the darkness. I am hungry for the light

Not tonight; not tonight.

Have I wasted all this time?

Have I lost the keys?

Dropped the dime?

I am mistress of the minutes rolling by rolling by.

I have longed to pluck the sun from the sky.

Let the turning of the Earth be still be still

By my will.

Have I wasted all this time?

Have I lost the keys?

Dropped the dime?

Have I wasted all this time?

Have I lost the keys?

Dropped the dime?