The moments escape us like sand from our hands
shining crystal showers of our experiences and visions
why not hold them cupped and flowing to our lips?
The moments our eyes can share
the giving of our nows without remorse
the moments all pass away, life is here and gone
when I smile at you don’t turn away
the moment is our love and our eyes the reality
and tomorrow always comes
no matter how you spend your showers and love.
gallagher
apr 23, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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