a string of words may tie
what times divides
and fill the gaps
with better lives
what we had in our sleep
was not quite ours to keep
we gave back the sea
it's wavering knees
and the moon may have seen
it's own face in my dream
for only a moment
forever to me
Wes Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-only-ends/
