Lover’s Link

Run true to the end of time
and follow me to its brink.
Further that which can be whole
to make us a lover’s link.

See the flowers and the trees
under the sliver of moon.
The nightly glow bids its last
it is always gone too soon.

Wake awash fulfilled as us
and capture the truth of we.
Morning gives its open call
to bid for which all can be.

No more pain in long goodbyes
together with no more lies.