These fleeting moments,  
Carry dreams yet to bloom,  
While my words dance and play,  
In the stillness of this room.

The world may rush around me,  
Yet here, I find my inner peace,  
In the wisdom shared between us,  
All of my worries seem to cease.  

As moments go unnoticed
Like tall grass glistening  
With soft morning dew.  
The steady beating  
Of my heart  
Still waiting for you.

Dear old Father Time,  
Slips between my fingers,  
With each passing second,  
His gentle guidance lingers.

So I’ll care for every moment,  
As a quiet hope fills the air,  
You'll read this poem of waiting,  
And I know that you will be there.

©️Lizzie Bevis