Sunday, October 20: Another Poem

As my pen pauses the mind regards itself
In a long Autumn afternoon of light
That yet hurries as it shall not last
Like those lazed thoughts on summer's days
When I could gaze opposite the setting sun's rays
And still see well beyond the late evening's darkness
The paths that my love for you had taken in writing
Words that become shorter as winter nears
When we hurry to have our day done
That we might dream new dreams
These long nights we spend
Abed resting and loving
That we might rise
To love more
The next
Day.

- tim ward, sunday, october 20, 2013 @ 2:46pm, Barnes & Noble Johns Hopkins Bookstore