I Hold Your Soul With Mine
I hold your soul with mine
Yet the clock runs selfishly
onward
Thinking of nothing else
but incessant ticking
Stay it please, that I might
hold you longer!
I know the day is nearly spent.
I cannot hold it though I
try,
It takes flight as days before,
Resting in the graveyard
of time
My heart is sore with pain
and dread
Why did I not come to know
you sooner?
The moments with you now,
so few,
Will soon vanish in the winds
of time
But my hope is not in this
world,
In the delight and pleasure
thereof,
For one day we will laugh
At our joy of living in shadows
and fog
For it is as looking through
clouded windows,
Seeing only the sparkle and
clamor outside,
Leaving off the things that
matter within
I came to know it well…though
late.
Yet, I have this precious
moment of now
Filled with vibrant life
before unknown
And love is all the more
sweet,
As I hold your soul with
mine.
Pamela R. Blaine
© November, 2002
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