Touch And Go

It’s all touch and go,

From the snows

Of winter,

The greens of spring,

The heat of summer,

The colors of fall

It’s all touch and go,

Some things last

In memory

And who knows

How long that’s for,

But while it lives

You’re there,

Tucked away

With a lotus, a crescent

Moon beam,

The sound of the sea

And the sweet aroma

Of love.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:37 PM September 10, 2015

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