There are short instances
Such as an embrace
And hand claps
That savour time
There are silent moments
For which we stop
Ones that come to us when not looking
Waiting – watching
Or thinking about things for too long
There’s time well spent
That’s mostly one alone
One within us four
So close to the skies
Near by the water edge
Beside the trees
“For the trees have now been cut”
Is where we go
Yet hope has happened its way
That’s way ahead for most of us
Like a secret
That once I’ve told you – it’s bygone
Until tomorrow comes
All come again
