Time, if fleeting, e‘er be cherished
By this meeting too soon perished.
Moment frozen, chanced to vision,
Having chosen Fate's decision.
To dream in dance with Destiny
This lover's glance ‘twixt you and me.
By soft green eyes accepting call,
My soul yet cries to offer all.
If by the touch of fingertips,
If by a clutch of sand that slips
Beyond the call of Time, grieving,
Unto the Fall of Love - leaving.
With a sweeping of dry sorrow
‘Pon eyes weeping for the morrow,
As sweet vespers of Night, broken,
Befall whispers e‘er unspoken.
In waking calm, too calm to speak.
In place of palm to tender cheek
If but to catch a tear bleeding
Of passion, of fear, of needing...
As echoed "whys" impinge the dawn,
Across the skies, a Tempest drawn.
Wistful sighs of past endeavor
Dare to dream love lasts forever.
But is Hope not insatiate?
All heaven wrought by hell to wait?
All wishes carved to garner trust,
(Emotion starved), sifted like dust?
How shall we hold what can't be held?
Dare love bold that which can't be quelled?
From this beating, two hearts now one,
Save Time, fleeting, in unison?
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 06-01-2000).]