Walk with me my love, take my hand in yours
Seek great places that long enchanted us
By unknown or forgotten force made clear
To those who care to see, who want to see
While time slows and frets and gives us our look.

Run with me my love, take my arm in yours
Past the small moments that became our lives
And bound briefly the path from whence we came
Yet keep our gaze to the fore, not what’s been
For it’s there that time lurks and gains and knows.

Fly with me my love, take my cause as yours
And sail in fearless form to noble goals
Yet not so far from those who invoke us.
That we push grand deeds only to lose sight
Of the world extant and relentless time.

Copyright Paul Heno 2005