when the hour of my time visits me,
when i feel the fullness of the empty,
when life's meaning is but to die,
when all feeling abandons my satchel,
......i think of you to restore me.
.
if i were to fold time inwards,
if i were to match the old with the new,
if dreams were the second life,
if i were to sing again,
......i would sing to you.
.
now as i prepare for my departure,
now as i reflect on fallen moments,
ever as i walk under moonlight skies
and am indifferent to the cold,
......i think of hours lapsed, wasted in the void.
.
this moment is my offering,
this moment is my forgiving prayer,
it is my reformation
that i might journey with but one thought,
......i loved you greatly the only ways i knew
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(c) Erik  Standswithtrees 24 Sept 2013, 8:20 pm