Time
Winter nights, summer breeze the waves upon the ocean.
I look in the water of time and call out to a place forgotten.
Reaching my hand in, I touch the ripples of the sea.
The reflection is not my own, but of a distant lovers face.
Time has trapped me away from you my love, to far?
I fear that I will never touch thee again, please say not!
Then I feel you near me and your astral hand upon my heart...
I know now that I am safe and you are near me forever.
Time will not prevail....
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