When time and space act as one,
and those are lost to both,
what hope remains to see it out
if off away they go?
A mountain there, a river crossed,
the wind will take us far
from egg or den we learn to cal
a home of heart and soul.
And when lost finds a way to hands
surviving over time,
the space between is lost to
sight and our love's gone to hope.
We will meet, even then
a path so far away
where love holds fast and fear resides
of losing time and space.
(Still a work in progress. Any suggestions, ideas, comments, question?)
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