(sonnet)

what is time, that is in a moment lost?
defeated by a likeness floating on my palm,
briefest eyes, hair to the cruel wind tossed
this image brings me now to life in the calm
in days of fall resembling faintly spring
we left time behind under the bluest skies
the world couldn't stop us; not a thing
which could not be forgotten in her eyes
transpired during that most sacred time
winter came & through the cold and gloom
our love grew as I was hers and she was mine
something that strong must encounter doom
time yanked the reins and strained our ties
now time reigns again under these blue skies.
					s.r.p.

"don't hold me/me/back/back...this is/my own hell"

[././.][eof]