An Interlude To Remember
Though I would dwell amid the love
that beckons from your eyes,
as I would bask beneath the sun
that warms the summer skies.
Let me not drink a toast of all
the tears that I would shed
remembering an unkind word
from anything you said.
Abide with me this interlude
and let our time unfold
then as you speak, I'll listen
and your thoughts I will behold.
But if the interlude should pass,
I'm left with only time,
I will not think these precious thoughts
are nothing more than mine.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more?