Three hours slipped by… You aged only fifteen minutes. The smile that became you Sat etched on your face. There’s memory now Where once was before me That time is my essence My present can’t erase. Speaking of art And of grand designs Speaking non-linerally Both of one kind; Two stories sharing More than a meal That fifteen minutes of aging Was the most real. The thunder did startle And the rain came pouring down The softness that followed Enveloped the crowd So we went on with passions Of the intellect and the heart
Fifteen minutes, it felt like But the hours did fly Engrossed and enthralling Seeing eye to eye… You said I looked young I said you did as well We smiled at the knowledge That our beings did not betray The truth of the passing Of our many birthdays. Fifteen minutes, you swore It felt that way for me too Fifteen minutes of aging I spent them with you. Three hours slipped by… You aged only fifteen minutes. The smile that became you Sits etched in my heart.