Softer Moments

Where we run
I may not always be
and when we love
will not always be this free
day to day
night to morning star
give us the time
to take each day
seconds of softer moments
before rushing away

looking back
knowing our moments
were only to hold
but never to stay
I loved you so
tender dreams
and gentle songs
tunes to which lovers
and their lovers 
often play

irish
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Lusha Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 3:57 AM
Deeply delicious moments...Allie
Sweetheart Avatar
November 22, 2009 at 4:32 AM
Hey Irish: Soup Mail.. call... "sweetie"
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November 14, 2009 at 7:30 PM
Lovely poem Michael. Love this. Pam
Guzzi Avatar
November 14, 2009 at 4:57 PM
all love should always be tender...lovely verse. light & Love
Sweetheart Avatar
November 11, 2009 at 7:23 PM
Soup Mail, Michael... LMB, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
Fraser Avatar
November 9, 2009 at 12:42 PM
Beautiful title Michael, beautiful words >> James
Sweetheart Avatar
November 2, 2009 at 6:09 PM
Wonderful write, Michael, u have truly captured love ... its pluses and minuses ..I can relate... been there.. done that ... it is only for a brief moment in time we truly love... enjoyed very much... keep at it... Linda-Marie
Mason Avatar
November 1, 2009 at 4:25 PM
Beautiful and lyrical write here, Michael. Welcome to Poetry Soup and thank you for bringing your wonderful writing to this great site!! I look forward to reading more from you soon.
Nieves Avatar
November 1, 2009 at 1:49 PM
Smooth lyrics you flashing out my boy. Love that title.
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October 31, 2009 at 11:21 PM
Tender and lovely, Irish! You've got Soup mail! Hugs, Donna
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