Time measured, clocked, tracked of mortal events, captive to a singular space,

held over your life's every breath, atomic ticking marches to mark a death,

Prisoner of this faith, you watch as lines crack your face, begging to fit unto this scheme, that false reality sucks away the dreams,

Age's roll on wave's of change, each new tree sheltered as part of me, reaching toward space, ignorant of time and place,

Unto this faith new sunlight each moment shall grace, waking to this morn I find my life endless, free of times mortal thorns,

able to hold fresh upon my thoughts, loves ageless beauty, void of calendar stops,

Her inspiration drawn within my soul, each word penned and whispered across these parted lips, between new breath to fill our lungs,

heart pounding beneath rising chest, touched by loves ageless beauty, again my spirit has been blessed,

Parting does not make sweet sorrow, having known immortal love, kissed by life's desire, this is what sustains the ageless fire,

letting go of this would break all the measured days into life without loves sweet forgiving praise,

So onward shall I step listening for her heart beneath this ageless pounding breath.....

			Bruce ©4-11-98