Our Time

Distant reminders of memories lost
Time marches on, its footfall falling
Upon the dust of yesterday’s dreams

Unbound hands eagerly circling the face
Night to day then deepest dark again
From flower’s bud to blossoming bloom
We are all temporal, lives counting down

In death is peace, at last, turmoil no more
Tranquillity assured, souls free to roam
Your hand in mine, breathing, melded as one
Fear not, rest now, this life undone