Perchance

Written on Friday October 28th, 2005

Not to rush, taking in all that I possibly can
Times such as these are sacred and scattered
Like leaves in the autumn wind leaving home and finding new places
I found mine in your arms, in your kiss, in your gaze
In knowing things can be perfect if only for a fleeting moment
These times are what I ache for
In knowing you, in knowing me, and the things we can breathe to life