Comes a Time

Time is a pinion in the lofty, indelible power of passion
A metronome our bodies are in tune with
But even time’s might must eventually swoon
To the magnetic tug of a lonely soul

I wait for that moment when that essential joy of life
Comes rushing though me
Sweeping aside all its path

Sweetly falling into that abyss of wonder
That chasm of faith and love