The Slow Stretch of Time

Tortured by terrible dreams

and the slow stretch of time...

the uncertainty of not knowing

what life would bring, hopes or nightmares,

and the slow stretch of time...

Was the road hard kneeling 

on broken glass? Of course, at times;

but these were not the only times had,

it does not rain everyday; yet, 

the slow stretch of time

and the clock would wind and unwind

as I made my way to you,

nights of wonder, days of dreams,

time marched on, the slow stretch of time...

Getting closer in anticipation,

made me hunger for you more,

everything I wanted to share,

that we could be complete,

could I step through the door?

And I reached through the unknown

standing at the event horizon,

I stepped through and revealed myself to you...

the mystery unwinds this slow stretch of time...

my destiny has kept me warm, until I can be there

in your arms, and we move in closer

to the dream, in the slow stretch of time.