by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Jul 2011 910 Views 4 comments
Time in a Bottle
Time is the sand
That through my fingers slip
Relentlessly marching, moving on
Leaving us behind
Your face before me
A shadow so vague
Your memory deeply buried
The lines, the curves
The sweet, sweet smile
An echo barely lingers
Your voice whispers
From ages long past
Within my lonely soul
Your touch I feel
Upon my skin
How time has dulled the senses
Oh how I wish that memory
In a bottle you could keep
Take a sip, refresh yourself
The past to relive
That through my fingers slip
Relentlessly marching, moving on
Leaving us behind
Your face before me
A shadow so vague
Your memory deeply buried
The lines, the curves
The sweet, sweet smile
An echo barely lingers
Your voice whispers
From ages long past
Within my lonely soul
Your touch I feel
Upon my skin
How time has dulled the senses
Oh how I wish that memory
In a bottle you could keep
Take a sip, refresh yourself
The past to relive
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Posted: Jul 2011
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