To Time
The flow, the drag, the rolling away,
The inevitable slippage of coursing to time.
The sting of realisation of hopes that one day
The truth of together will be yours and be mine.
No need to summon wearisome patience,
It readily tugs at the heart of its place,
Through time for trial of desire and conscience,
Full time to trust in lives’ destined pace.
For my love, we’ll walk together in future
And biding our time, we’ll bind love’s desire,
To taste the fruit of dreams that we nurture
And lie in time, in freedom, in passion’s fire.
I’ll wait, my love, though patience oft’ burns,
To fulfil, my love, what matched hearts yearn.