By Heather      dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 2 June 1998

It's Time

How much wiser
time can make us.
Time strips the veil
away from the dream.
Makes us see things
we've been blind to,
while we are smack dab
in the middle of them.

Time.
It is God's way of enlightenment.
Let's us see things as they are
from the other side.
What looks great from one direction,
can look terrible from the other.
Such is the case,
with this world of make believe,
called "us".

Time.
It's been one year.
One year since I touched you.
Oh what agony,
wanting to touch you again as been.
There were times I thought
my heart would die within my chest
from the want of your touch.
Sometimes,
I believe it has.

Time.
Said to be the healer of all wounds.
Everyday now the hurt becomes less.
Soon all that will remain
is this love I hold for you
within my heart.
It is then I will put that love
in its proper place.
Really know, what it really was,
what I'm beginning to suspect it was,
from the very beginning.
Just another place to hide.

Time.
It's now forcing me to look and see.
I don't want to hide here any longer.
I want to put it out, on the line.
Risk, really loving someone, in the flesh.
Be dead center in his everyday life.
Even risk, it not working out.
Because this thing we have and have had,
can only, forever be, out on the fringes,
some obscure, maybe, sometimes,
"when I feel like it", and "when I have time",
sort of thing, purely a matter of convenience.
Just words, without the work,
without rewards.
Sorry but...

Time.
It has now shown me.
I've been hiding there,
like before.
It's no longer good enough.
The time has now come,
to step up to the plate
and participate
in a love inside my world, my life,
not outside it.
It's time.