In Brief Touches

We don't have much time to love:

A second, a day, maybe a year.

The seasons change,

Moments pass us by,

As we stay caged by fear.

We don't have long to love, it is true,

Just in

Brief touches;

in brief hugs;

and in quick kisses.

Life moves along.

The great wheel needs pushing.

The inevitable weight of change 

constantly calls us forward,

And the tender moments fade . . .

To love for just a second, hour or day,

Eventually brings pain.

There is no escape from our fate,

the grave.

But we behave as if we will never die,

so we don't try,

Assuming we have more time to love.

But we don't.

We just hope.

Time cannot be caged

and love should not be contained.

All that truly exist is the present,

and who we choose to share it with.

We don't get long to love, it is true.

Maybe a few days, months or years,

But when you lead with your fears,

Intimacy becomes impossible.

So how long will you dance with your fears, my love?

How many more days, months or years 

will you lead with your fears?

We don't get long to love, my love;

A second, a day, or a year.

And it'll pass us by in the blink of an eye.

CH 12/26/25