I wonder, if perhaps we all
Have our moments of summer
Those times when we love so deeply
But never see its return
Perhaps this is the meaning
Of the humanly cunundrum
And the heart that is still beating
Beneath my brittle sternum
No rhyme can sum this feeling
Into words and cadence measured
It is but half a puzzle
It’s solution never found
I’d give you hope and answers
If I had them to but offer
But alas my soul is weary
And grows dim with my reflection
Perhaps love is but a feeling
A moment without measure
Before the truth is ‘er revealed
And our brief lives have been measured
So I’ll end this poem though ‘tis fleeting
And it’s measure is surely lacking
Hold on to love when you find it
And don’t look back
Don’t try to understand
Just clasp it tight
Just be gentle enough not to lose those grains of sand
