On a personal note, there's this. Almost four years ago, my life changed forever. I didn't know it at the time, but I know it now. As I move in on the anniversary of the day that I met the person that changed my life--that made me whole and hungry for life--I find myself thinking much more about the next forty years than about the last four. I am daunted that it doesn't seem enough time in either direction.
I won't often post my poetry on this BlogSpot, but it bears on Momentitiousness. Without Brad, there would likely be no me and there more likely would never have been my first book.
Extra
If I could have an extra second
In every minute,
I’d take it so I’d have more time to love you.
If I could have an extra minute
In every hour,
I’d take it so I’d have more time to love you.
If I could have an extra hour
In every day,
I’d take it so I’d have more time to love you.
If I could have an extra day
In every year,
I’d take it so I’d have more time to love you.
If I could have an extra year
In every millennium,
I’d take it so I’d have more time to love you.
An extra inch on the Earth:
An extra spark on the Sun:
An extra thought in my mind:
An extra atom in my body:
An extra beat of my heart:
An extra kiss on my lips:
But If I can’t have an extra anything,
I’ll take this now, this here
And love you fully with every bit of me,
In every now,
In every here,
forever.
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