ClockWork Strike a match, to light a flame, Another year but a different game.

The candles ember, burns and flickers, The clocks keep ticking into the future. Be strong our fair maiden and not contentious, A majesty of tragedy is no longer with us. As the clock slows down, no longer ticking, All the worries, problems and conundrums are all but conflicting, I promise you time is meant for healing. I present to you a gift of sorts, A firefly to light your way forward, Qualities like yours, eyes sparking bright, Upon dark flowing hair, which whispers of the night. Upon Mercy, and blessings. No water please! My fireflys sparks need light to breathe. Whether or not it be your, intention to trust, Fates, faithful hand will signal you to adjust.

Anthony K. Rosales

Time is but a sensitive thing, Its volatile, spontaneous and a linguistic string. Weather spoken, seen, felt or broken, Weather the dates on a calendar, Or positions of mind, The feeling we have, or the dream that we strive. Weather you look in the mirror and see who you are, Where or not you like it, youll always be adored. Weather you may feel your broken and need for repair, There is no better angel with wings, eyes and hair. Time is of the essence, and your essence blurs with time, You are an entity that time cannot confine, You are unique, special and one of a kind.

If this is your birthday Its not fair to you, nor is it a surprise, Because you are a gift for me in my eyes. If the clock may have struck a different cord, And I didnt see you that day as I walked in that door, If I didnt meet you, greet you and gain your trust, I dont feel that Id feel emotion for anything this much.

Anthony K. Rosales

Merry Christmas Fairy Princess, I am thankful to be blessed by fate and all of its promises. What ifs not important, fate hands does not lie in vain, The hands of fate had landed on luck, in the game of life that we play. And because of that clock, Time is annulled. Whether or not time has elapsed, collapsed or may have been bent, Im here for you, Always, Even when time ticks again.

Anthony K. Rosales