Images

I close my eyes to recall those times In the early morning hours. I can see the images clearly still Every perfect line and curve of you, and me Lying with you, vine and tree Entwined in a timeless embrace. It seemed timeless then, but the hours passed Too quickly for us to hope it could last. Time seemed to have a way of standing still Yet just in our minds and not at our will. It was not ours to command; it never was. We tried to capture a moment and failed.