No time, my love,
In these grey and glowering days
No time for all the places
I might wish to show you
So little time
O my love
And the net of consequence
That brought you to me
Leaves me shaking in my skin
For all the things that might not have been at all.
Smiles at the beginnings of my days
Laughter at the ends of my days
Light scattered carelessly through my time
The time that slips through my fingers like sand
The time that weighs on my shoulders like sand
And the brightness of it all
I hold to so tightly
And brandish against the dark days
The cold sparkling nights
Wield like a sword
Against the pain of future loss

December 1998
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