In Time

 

Much Laughter

Much Laughter

Watching any two people, like you, uncertain and alone
As they meet on your street, to then stroll and converse
In time, they court, the formal dance, they smile and sigh
Till laughing, flushed, happy and out of breath, they sit

Talking heart-to-heart leads to dialogue, to harmony, to love
Opening, joining, sharing fear, unvoiced dreams and hopes
In time two pieces will meld, a greater whole, in intimate step
Yet sometimes one will step away, take swirling upward flight

Then hover, unsure, missing you, fly home, come see come see
I am not ready pleads their other self, bereft, so lost, so longingly
In time. Will you, can you, please, wait just little while for me
Show me teach me your beauteous vision, your truth, set me free

As the days fall away, slowly, swiftly become months, then years
This discourse, their communion, grows slowly softer, sweeter
In time, whispered so close, so intimately that only they will hear
Until the day one flies away forever, to dance among the stars

Capering, to laugh, joyfully swirl stars together, to light your way
Alone you stand in silent wonder, lonely, a tear upon your cheek
In time, you utter your silent plea, your promise only love will hear
Wait, oh wait, I’ll join you soon, my love, please don’t leave me here

Such quiet expressions fill the world with tender feeling, music, song
You tell me you’ve never heard this special melody, felt this way before
In time you’ll know this passion, gentle violence renders two souls one
This ever-present music, love, fills all time, space, forever ends, begins

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