Original - Battle With Time Poem by Don Haney

In the night our skin kissed by moonlight
The chill of a summer night in the air
Dew collecting on blades of grass
We lay side by side gazing at the stars
Remembering days that have passed
Dreaming of days yet to come
The only sound above the crickets song
The harmonious sound of our breaths
Hand in hand our pulses racing
As if chased by time itself
Night gives way to day as the sky turns pink
With our eyes closed we feel the warmth
Of the morning sun washing over us
Reluctantly we concede defeat
Time has won again
With one last kiss we part ways
As if scattered by the wind
Only to long for night to fall
When we don the armor of love
And romance fills the battlefield of time once again