parting |
It's only now a short time |
'til I will have to let you go; |
And in this place |
of people rushing here and there |
I will steal time |
and just once more will hold you close |
and close my eyes |
and cherish one more time |
you in my arms, your body's warmth, |
and feel you near |
as time now whispers in our ears |
and quietly reminds us it is time, |
convince myself |
I'm strong enough to turn |
and then with eyes strong say goodbye |
without a tear to give it all away. |
So in this place |
of people rushing here and there |
I will steal time |
and just once more will hold you close |
and then accept |
we can't turn back from parting our lives. |
So think of me |
until you grow away. |
© Jon Bohrn (1998) |