Across the sands of time,
Love plays the mime.
Invisible hands,
Restraining with their bands.

The mate to my soul awaits,
Anxious to create.
Pace quickens,
Blood thickens.

Misty morning, running late,
In walks fate.
Handsome and tall,
He catches me before I fall.

A moment here and gone,
I curse the dawn.
Love is fickle,
And it doesn’t cost no nickel.

Afternoon shines strong,
Emotions swarm in a throng.
Smile so bright,
Shed's the dark for the light.

Lips to lips,
Sweet innocent sips,
Drunk on love,
Soaring high on the wings of a dove.

~~Fiddler 04/05/2004