Fifteen from midnight

The minute hand of this clock
Is not long enough;
My heart is racing,
But I’m not winning
I can’t get to you by thought.

All I see are watery images
Of a gleaming sunflower girl
with a red rose in her hair
Waiting for me at the dock
A Paradise Island waiting.

If I said I missed you
You’d not know how grave it was
So fifteen from midnight
I’ll let you know how I demise

Call me, maybe?

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