In the space between moments
'Neath swaying oak boughs I seek,
Searching for what I have forgotten.
My heart's fluttering is becoming weak,
Tender as the rays of a dying sun.
Leaves of emerald grace my skin,
A velvet shroud of nature's mystery.
My quest for the heaven's now begins,
Though no defined path do I see.
Evening shadows blanket my soul,
Casting about a dreamy twilight.
Only glimpses of you do I know,
For darkness will not grant me sight.
I fear to tread these steps alone,
Without a hand to guide me there.
Only when your light has shown,
Will my eternal skies be fair.
So as I stumble within the night,
Please do not loose sight of me.
Together we can have an angel's flight,
And within love's embrace, simply be.
"To be great is to be misunderstood...." - Ralph Waldo Emerson