Had you been mine

Had you been mine

I would have set the pace.

Would have drawn the lines of time

and gained the spirit of earnest heart.

Only had you been mine, here.

The time arrives, itself, like nothing else

coming from the high up stars

dangling its dripping flesh on you

riding horses, force never seen.

You feel it, like a fresh breath of pure air

for life has been given to you.

You spread your arms

open for all what time has to serve you

and the world embraces you like no one does:

Time continues. Flowing. Growing. Dying.

All is kept. All is forgotten

your world is left behind

searching for the one you wish.

And yet, the world you are is at the back of you.

Year by year, all you are

is best kept away from your heart.

You feel with your mind

and when the time comes,

your heart will not feel it

for the carriage has come.

The force is picking you up.

Your blood is running away

from the tides of your life.

You feel yourself at the front line.

And yet, had you been mine

I would have still set the pace.