My story is a whisper a breath in the wind, From shadows sown in darkness, a beginning and an end. Forecasting the future, dedicating to the past, Each day a reminder nothing really lasts.

Would that I had met you in life’s different stage, Chances took, changes made without turning the page. Searching for heather and honey, looking beyond today, Perhaps a new chapter, the morrow I cannot delay.

So, hush my love, I gain strength from your smile, The morrow, nor yesterday, no matter. Stay with me awhile. Sweet surrender, love me a little, love me a lot, we are together, Just hold me now, do not promise a forever.

© Cynthia Clark