From Home

One blink, one breath Where was time when it should pass? For I arrived at the end Only to know the beginning For the very first time. Past, present; meeting, merging Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade. Moment by moment, I sort the pieces Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient. Taking a step back, gazing at the empty, Have I the right pieces, Or have I the wrong plan? A day gained, a day lost, To waste not another I must. So in dark, in deep, with You alone, For now, I start from home. -AfterTim- http://after-tim.blogspot.com