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A clock by day and pounding drum at night
My heart won't relent when she's out of sight 
Her voice makes time quicken and the beating whine -  I'm having a hard time connecting "the beating whine" with the imagery in this part.

Without her eyes here, it's not nearly the same
But less than our words, it would be such pain - based on what's been presented so far I don't understand this line as written.
Recollections preserve us. Her blues are mine

Inside my head the wondrous thoughts seldom cease
It's good though.  And bad, if it somehow finds peace
The wondering if -and knowledge that- hers does the same

Two shadows embracing is all we reveal
A Whisper at bedtime. A moment we steal
With love, a walk in the sun is the same as the rain.

Is circumstance fatal or just in the way?
Vulnerable and open.  Pure hearts that don't stray
I pray it's not chance and that destiny's strong

To desire our touch means not being alone
She knows me so well and with her I'm at home
It happened so fast or did it take too long ?

Hi Robert, thanks for sharing your poem I enjoyed reading it. 
There are some other helpful comments posted here too already by others. I just added a couple of others for you to think about.