This life will not delivery
the one wish I have
that I dare not dream
that I care not to mean
that life that will yet come.
Others will make you pleasure
will help you measure
the days in the sun
in this life time with you
in this life time without me.
From time to time
the threads of this tapestry and that overlap
and yet for all the gentle smiles and warmly guiles
our threads are and will remain unbound.
Our fleeting moments to me
are like a stabbing, crushing, aching dread that I seek
and for you are but passing minutes in an ever crowded day
and for me, a night devoid of nourishment.
Too soon we see the remainder of our time
Drift ever longer from behind and ever closer from afar.
Too late we see the doors closing
as yet we run faster always wishing for more
and yet when we get there
we see that the more was in the past
and there is less, every day ahead, less.
A dream that would be my undoing is all that I have
some small token of what time an alternate tapestry had promised
and yet all out lives are so filled
and yet we are all destined to fell it
and yes, I do,
and yes, you do not. Yet.
And when you look for that same token,
I will be long gone - a fleeting afterthought
but then you will tip your head to me ever knowing
then you will seek me out ever following
then you will find me ever seeking
that same eternal token.
Wish that you and I had the same time and place
to share that token
for but a moment of life
(c) 2001 A White