Times Too Little

Times Too Little ballad

Photo by steve p2008

As twilight fades into the night,
In the silence, I wonder
bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night,
tossed up by the strong wind
reaches the moon lit sky
tantalizing the air
As on musky Earth I lay
soft breeze singing a sweet lullaby

Heavenly bodies look down at me,
I shyly slumber into a midnight dream
Building magnificent castles from nothing
While the Earth revolves me to another day,
Soft warm sunshine breakfasting due drops on grass
I hear your voice like a spear,
Reminding me I am just a particle
A fragment of your heart
Wondering through lanes of memory,
Peering around to see you again

Times like a merry go round
A child enjoys the moment not wanting it to end
When the horses stand still,
At the end of the carnival
I hear the cry
Of the child seeking to repeat the joy ride
Times too little

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