Token

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

and death.