an etude to march, in advance...

time flies so fast,
how i shall deal with this?
shall it be done with passagio?

or will it be worth anything...at all?

is there a way to hold on tight to my evening memories,
or brushes of wispy melodies, to the shoulders that i often cry on...
as time suddenly runs - that it can't be - stopped? or so, seemingly.

my days are often cut short,
my nights are filled with much longing,
as the tide form a wintry cry...waiting to be heard by YOU.

my heart is now, albeit slowly, trying to heed the calling...
waiting for your smile, hoping for your embrace -
AND, after all, each embrace, and each sigh hold a promise -
for all who stay still and those who will never be silenced.