I glean and I gather
reflections of time
to sing and to savor
for a while
until it is over
They shine and they glitter
they whisper and chime
to touch and to talk to me
awhile
until it is over
With a heartful of things to say
I have rivers to tell
but if I can't begin I may
as well
be gone
With love as my fortress
and sin as my guise
if I could just share
a little while
into it is over
And while that tenderness
is hard to find
is so hard to show
is so hard to know
I find that nonetheless
to dream about
but to do without
is harder
still
