Like whispers on the quickening wind
Fire burning through brush-untouched
A moment gained is a moment lost
Some loves deepen and some escape
But from here on out I'll try not to take
Trust given I hope won't be trust lost
It's a petty window that won't keep shut
And a foolish child who lack shame
Everything that evades, remains
Good intentions never last for long
Reason refuses to stay in sight
All the things I hoped for never could stay
I wouldn't ask for very much
An hour or maybe one long day
Without the traumas of some inevitable day
A day when a moment gained is never lost