|
| 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) |
