The Wheels Of Time Go By

If I ponder 

and I often do,

I go somewhere else with you.

 

If I were to wonder

and I sometimes do,

where would we be

if not, for you

leaving

when the winds of time

expired,

and around the time I felt 

a beginning coming

or possibility of eventual joy,

you left this world

and I

lost my breath

and strangely knew,

after all the years of you 'shooting through'

I knew this time, you would not arrive

back on the scene, in the same form of life,

or in the to and fro 

as when you 'breezed by' in the come and go. 

So on this new misty day,

I know the fog will lift

softly you will drift past in the clouds, 

waving down at the long ago,

when and how you always knew,

this life would never be

where you stood still, beside me.

 
 BP photo: Eventually, I found your bike in Lenswood