Our Time

There are days that are sunnier,
and gardens are full of blossom
riot of color may erupts around
and the air will be all fragrant
yet all this pales when you and I
meet to have a time that is ours

In this place or in distant land
in sad autumn when leaves pale
or on rusted paths they crumble
even in snow covered white winters
or a hot barren sandy dune desert
our time is still as beautiful as ever

In tender arms of yours and mine
or just as close as the worldly sight
or across cities that we may live
or even if it is across rivers, borders
continents and numerous oceans
me and you, our time still beautiful

In caring of your curled locks
or under the scorching hot sun
In clouds fluttering as white flag
moving away waving good bye
then coming back down as rain
our time will always be beautiful