Minutes Minutes turn into hours, As I lay in wake for you, Knowing gives you powers, To do the things you do. Across the sands of time, we grasp a single thread, For one moment, sublime, this boundary we must tread. Your words shoot across the sky, telling me it's all right, To race across the shadows high, to be with you tonight. With you, never a free fall, you always hold me dear, Moving along the moonlit wall, you never draw a tear. Minutes turn into hours, across the sands of time, Knowing gives you powers, for one moment sublime. -NightCry- 4/15/00 5:30pm |
