For the Love of Time

The ornamental sundial on a string around her neck gently swings back and forth moved by a force known only to this creature of time. Black hair obscures one of her eyes where a galaxy of stars is contained, bright flecks in a sea of total darkness. Her sword reflects the light, mocking the useless sword in my own hands.

“If you think robbing banks was dangerous, City Boy, you haven’t seen anything yet.” She smiles at me as she takes my hand in her free one, a gentle kiss before whispering against my lips, “You’re in my world now.”