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12/28/2006

The Eyes of Time


When first we met at heaven’s door;
when all was endless night,
I fell in love, by touch, before
the Lord invented light.

A lyric of the universe,
our song is sung by choice;
a syncopated line of verse
in every Angel’s voice.

I look into the eyes of time
and see myself with you
from eons past and out of mind
to futures not in view.

When death may come to clam his prize;
when dark and light resign,
the darkest Angel we’ll surprise;
as your heart beats does mine.

© copyright 2004 W.D.Neighbors

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