A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

WHEN THE TIME COMES

When I stare down from my final home,
Tears blurring my vision,
With such a longing in my heart,
Helpless to speak or touch,
Reaching out no further than my new being allows,
Oh, how I shall envy you,
Still at play,
Through eternal night
And infinite day,
Wishing only that I could once more
Chase the sand as it falls.
Each grain a precious second
To share my deepest love.


You, my unknown friends,
I ask you now,
Take this thought away,
That I may see it
Glowing in you
From afar.


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