you came to me again,
this time for real, and not in my dream,
your words touched me just as before,
you reached me again,
where my heart left you the key,
-it's been flying lost without you,
over our precious places where we once lay,
and through the skies, in dreams, in all my days,
I am still reaching you,
holding on to something so precious.
3pm and your words ring through me,
was I dreaming, or did you touch my heart one more time,
you still beat within me
though I am living a life far away
the vision is feint, the voice distant, the life remote,
but somehow we relate,
over the miles,
over the lands, stretching painfully, joining hands,
your voice echoes through me, closing my eyes,
never wanting to see today,
treasuring all that I hold in my hands,
one side warming me,
the other warning me,
within is without,
without is within,
to begin, without a finish,
to finish, with or without,
motions stop...autumn overtakes me,
hesitating, awaiting the place where the leaves shall rest.