69 HOURS

Seems kind of silly to say,
After so few hours in company.
That I could be,
Avoiding the finale,
Which will ultimately be sad.

We shared so many days,
Of pleasurable freeness and love,
That it is impossible to accept,
A future distinct than this.
I evoked in this memory,
A world which is open and happy,
Where dissappointment never rules.

And then we have only,
Sixty nine hours left of this journey,
accepting curtailment of plans.
But to be free of restraints,
We would never part, would we?
And continue to be friends.

A life of pure contentment,
We could share as an abundance,
And live in serenity and love.
Oh that we hold on to this,
That we never let go.





For my dear Chandiera.