I’m swimming in time,
surrounded by oceans of hours
and travel inside.
I have come out of hiding to meet you,
and trying not to steer away, shy,
though we may smile through it,
sail through it,
as independent agents, artists, and arrangers.
I think of all the people I have missed,
standing on the brink of bliss,
when I cannot cross over
to welcoming arms.
Maybe I must let the hope pass me by
that I could be loved,
and not lose the sky.