My mind is clear,
Or at least enough to know
That today’s hope of sun
Is tomorrow’s promise of snow.
But I need a hand
To reach out to me,
Even if it’s a hand
Only I see.
Because all that I’ll love
Will be memories soon,
A moment faster than
Timeless noon.
For now, she is my hope,
She is my dream
Until she is all or
Gone for reality.

© Blake Leitch March 24, 2013