PRECIOUS

Precious is unchanged by time,
One moment, or a thousand years,
Best left behind while wishing more,
And weeping still sheds precious tears.

SEA AND SAND

King Canute
And Dorian Gray
As ghostly spirits,
Met one day,
And hand in hand
For company
They walked the sand,
Then swum the sea,

And no dispute
Between them lay,
A new agreement
Holding sway
As they walked the sand
Then swum the sea,
History
And fantasy,

Both resolute
In such a way
That neither cared
What folk might say,
For fact
And fabled mystery
With sea and sand
Did quite agree

That time, nor tide
Will stand aside,
For common man
Or Majesty.

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.

LIFETIME

Oh how that steady marching hour
Deliberates each pace,
Reluctantly, to free those days
Enslaved in its laborious race.

And every man should mark that power
Engraved upon his glorious face
Much more than wound or scar portrays,
Much less to feel disgrace,

For wisdom builds, indeed, a tower,
No place for age to seem debase,
But find, fulfilled and shouting praise,
When climbed by God's redeeming grace.