You

You are golden sand I try to hold you in my hand but you slip away through clasped fingers, but after you go the feeling always lingers. You are warm sunshine I feel you touch me and warm me so But night always comes and you always go. You are a raging river Your currents run so deep When I ride your waves I feel the pulse of your flow so intensely I could weep. Your are a clock upon the wall your hands tell the time I want to stop and live in this moment making you forever mine. ©SamHarty