I think of all the different lives
I have lived over the years
And I mourn the losses
of all the personalities
                 friendships
                 memories
                 that I will never get back.

Time is cruel like that;
it just comes barreling through and
takes
takes
takes.

But I suppose what comes along with the taking,
is also the giving
of new faces
    new blood
    new love
    new heartache.

I cannot say that I wouldn’t have it any other way,
For I think we can all agree
that we aren’t given much of a choice,
otherwise.

I look forward
To holding you
In warm embrace
Inhaling the seductive fragrance
Of your supple baby-like skin.
To heed the controversial drumming
Of the heartbeats.
Diverting in their separate musical rythm
The wind hesitates not
To caress the tips of the hair
On our skin.
'These two are a happy lot'
The sun shall say,
Showering upon us
Happy rays.
A golden goodness of warmth
Another day of stillness
Meddling in sweet  romance.