By the sea
Each Moment Precious
And there it rests against the wall,
the chair that last night's passion held
and there the bed where they did hold
So closely that they seemed to weld.
But now so empty does it seem,
this room where hearts aflame did touch,
where whispered words in dark were spent.
Oh how he misses her so much.
He traced her form in their embrace
and found he could not leave her eyes,
as gently did he kiss her face,
while listening to her sweet sighs.
So short their time within the night.
each moment precious and so few
and each a treasure for the heart.
Such little time, so much to do.
As night moved closer to the day,
she had to leave the nest they'd kept.
They talked until it almost light
and neither one of them had slept.
He slides beneath the sheets to sleep,
breathes in the scent she left behind,
and closes eyes to once again,
be with her loveliness in mind.
"Love is space and time measured by the heart"