a string of words may tie <br />what times divides <br />and fill the gaps <br />with better lives <br /> <br />what we had in our sleep <br />was not quite ours to keep <br />we gave back the sea <br />it's wavering knees <br /> <br />and the moon may have seen <br />it's own face in my dream <br />for only a moment <br />forever to me<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-only-ends/
