Today

I feel, I touch, I see – of that, of this, of thee – In dream, in wish, while free – of all that might, can be.

Of yesterday, speaks past while gone, of moments used and old. The shift of sands while moving hands, an instant to unfold.

Past quarrel by care of troubled shade, in nurtured hope with light – gone the darkness, gone the night, while newest day shine bright.

In hush of calm, by whispers drawn, in quietude of grace – in kindliness, with sympathy, the new dawn life embrace.

What was, now gone, what is, shall be – I give myself to chance. Come, harmony come choral song, come symphony in dance.

By journey’s tread and distance run, while time as gone to borrow – while length yet passed, less breadth now gone, I step unto tomorrow.

To absent friends, with heartfelt cry, I drink to thee with cheer. Come hither those, whose whereabouts, as hereabouts does lie.

No space by open ocean, no time or age too far – to cast a dream, to hope for light, to wish upon a star.

For love true felt, by breath and beat with fervour and a flame – while passion crush and kisses rush, burn endless without shame.

Of dreams I take this moment, for this moments all can be – to wait is wrong, of time still long, beyond you cannot see.

I feel, I touch, I see – of that, of this, of thee – In dream, in wish, while free – of all that might, can be.

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