September 16, 2010


Some quiet words and a long embrace
With dirty hands and barefoot grace
You kiss me only to say goodbye
No matter how I try

Sometimes I think I have seen the face of God
When the hills shine with goldenrod
When a cool wind scatters the white milkweed
And when you are near me

I'm sorry but there is something I need to say
Two weeks from now I'll still be here and you'll be far away
And I can't let you go so soon
It's just too soon