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Each beat of the heart

Counts off another moment,

One breath closer to your first.

And in what moment will that come?



In the time between now and then

One could live and die and live again.

But once here, how it flows

Like water, a sweet rain pouring down,

Sliding between my fingers;



A gift from the heavens,

Each drop sparkling in the light

Like laughter illuminated in your eyes;

A glorious shower of memories to be made.

I would dance in the wonder of this miracle.



To savor the taste of those fleeting moments,

One must lick each drop from one's fingertips,

The moisture, a smile upon one's lips,

Before it can fall away, soon to be lost

In whatever place such precious things are sent.



One day,

All I will have is that imprint upon my tongue,

A memory of a smile upon the lips,

To help recall feelings,

To give voice to that wonder.

And I pray on that day

That time will not have faded,

Nor given cause to grow stale,

These things I will strive to keep.



But in this moment

Here, I wait,

Living slow motion

In these long summer days,



Looking upward, studying clouds,

Anticipating, expecting,

Waiting patiently for cooling rain

To replace the beaded sweat upon my brow.



Perhaps tomorrow.