Feet barely touching the ground
Time running in place flittering and fleeting
At this moment hardly a sound
Onto the next of life’s meetings

Settled into place
A flashing of a foreign decree
Surrounded by grace
Constantly I cannot see what’s ahead of me

Only in you myself is found
Connected and entwined as one
Forever we two are bound
Until my journey’s are done

Picture courtesy of: Pixabay.com