Turnstiles of Time

Will you miss me when I’m gone?

When the dust clears

And the smoke settles

Will the memories fade?

As the lights dime

And the curtains close

The people pass through

The turnstiles of time

I want to leave my mark

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Beloved/Summons (A Conversation)

I long to see the sunshine.

              You see it every day.

I miss the sea and sand.

In your eyes, their colors lay.

I want to see my beloved,

I miss you just as much!

To walk with her hand and hand.

I miss your very touch!

My beloved, I summon you.

I hear and answer the call.

I call you home to stay.

Why would I wish to be away?

And once you have entered my view,

You are my world, my all!

I promise to be forever with you.

I have no reason to stray.