Florida's Foreverly Shores
Building Bridges ... Reaching Out
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
We don't touch
like we used to do.
Time seems to just slip away.
Turn around twice
it's gone ...
Is it supposed to be this way?
I thought time with you was forever,
not something I would lose.
Time without you is time wasted.
Time with you is what I'd choose.
A million miles between us.
Yet I've come to say,
I'm willing to bridge the gap ...
if only you'd meet me half-way.
How can I do it alone?
The road seems traversed in mime.
I wasn't meant to be the navigator,
to reach you in my rhyme.
Help me find a way
to build a bridge to you.
I want to stand beside you, love,
holding hands like we used to do.
Someone here is thinking of you,
hoping you come my way.
And all the while
reaching out ....
Hoping to make your trip easier.
Just one step, love ...
reach out and take my hand.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
[This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 11-16-1999).]