I met you

I knew what I would do Before I had to do it I knew what I would say Before I had to say it I knew where I would go Before I went there Then I met you

What more?

The soul, captured The heart, stolen What more is there that really matters?

Morning

The sun inches higher in the sky The light penetrates my eyes The birds reach my ears Morning has arrived A new day, not promised but gifted What I make of it is up to me

Time

No matter what we do Good or bad Truth or lie Open or closed We eventually run out of time But the ramifications live on