Beyond The Realm Of Time

Walking through the market square
I watch the people bustle by,
Some with smiling faces,
Some about to cry.
I read the feelings on their faces,
As the great tome of life
Opens up its volumes
And I step inside their minds.

I read the thoughts of worldly men
Who sit behind their written lines,
Then I read the thoughts of children
Who don't know how to die.
I read the prose of lover's thoughts
As written by the poet's pen,
And I read the angry madness
Of others shunned by them.

Then all at once my eyes meet yours
And I step inside your sorrow,
Within the coldness of your heart,
Within the torment of a shadow.
And I reach out to hold your hand,
But you simply fade away,
And I can't hide the tears
That are streaming down my face.

The market place is so opaque,
A mass of darting images
That brush past me, uncaring,
Blank, empty faces.
I can no longer read their thoughts,
I'm tied up in a memory,
The memory of a ghost,
A memory that haunts me.

Then a presence stands beside me
To offer words of solace,
But the words fall on deaf ears,
I cannot contemplate
Their message of condolence,
As laughter mocks my plight
In the busy market place.
The ghost is giving up the fight.

I know for you life must go on,
The busy people tell me so,
But I wish that it would end,
I wish time would just stand still,
So as I can hold you once again,
Within the arms of a memory,
To feel your heartbeat next to mine
And feel the warm sigh of your breath.

The presence shakes his head in silence,
And leads me from the market square,
As time slips quickly by,
And we soar into the air.
And I speak on my parting breeze
These words into your mind,
"I will wait for you my darling,
"Beyond the realm of time."