if I could only find the time.
The hours slip like sand through
my delicate hands of glass.
The harder I grasp,
the quicker they pass,
but I'd give you all my days for
just a minute of your time.
What you don't realize is how
very unfair that deal is.
My days are numbered but
a minute with you is eternal
in my mind...
A grain too large to fall through
the cracks of time
that will lodge permanently
in my subconscious.
Though the pendulum swings like
a hangman's noose
and each tick is the sound of
the abacus bead sliding,
marking the end of my days...
I'd give each and every one for you.