Take a Moment of Time

Can't the days forget what was left

 Bring a further encounter with life

                    Allow some kind of treat with death?

  My arms have tightened

Around what has been found

         Elsewhere,

                     Somewhere,

  Where the air still surrounds,

   And I am frightened of how

                      Fiercely

       Each moment continues to pass

 As if eternity is not boundless,

                      Not with you,

               It is merely a toying treat,

                  a dried sheet,

                                a game,

                   in which I cannot gain enough

              of you.