My Shooting Star

Sometimes I sit and think.
How time passes.
Nothing seems to happen...
Then out of nowhere,
like a shooting star...
darting across the sky....
cutting horizon to horizon,
Something amazing and beautiful appears
And you wonder...
Where were you all this time?
Why didn't you come yesterday?
Or the day before that?
And you want to wind back the clock
Salve the lost time...
But that power is not one given to humans
For if it were possible,
I would and meet 'her' years before.
Yet a gift has been given to us
Time! Time! Time!
Everything good happens,
at it's own appointed time
And this feeling is similar,
In my heart for you.