The Web of Time
In the rustling of the leaves,
Someone, called my name.
The voice was so familiar,
Same old haunting refrain.
Hearing you on that Autumn day,
My mind seemed to float away,
To another time and place,
Visions of your handsome face.
Feelings, just won't go away,
Keeps returning day by day.
Caught up in the web of time,
Ever returning in my rhymes.
If I could take tomorrow,
Gladly trade it for today.
I'd wrap my arms around you,
Never letting you walk away.
poem by Heather Burns
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