
That Poem

What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand
Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand
Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss
Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross
I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive
To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive
Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day
When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away
This is for you and not me
Not we, not us
Nor those or they
You are to know that you’re valued
And needed and good just as is
No more, no less ought there be
I step in and not too close
Hoping you’ll hear
You’re grand, but not with your ears
Maybe my forearms
Around your denim back
Will tell all that needs to be told
What that my heart decrees
Come chest to chest
To beat with yours ever so near
I will not release you
I’ll never release you
And all that I wish is your sigh
My hand on your hand on my shores
And I know if we looked
Your fingerprint on my fingerprint on your sea