Looking Up. (July 15,1999 / Barinas)

Time and space,
Such a lovely phrase.
It's sad that between these there is a phase,
Where there are tears in my face.

Time's no longer lent,
And space no longer ends.
If my time with you could have been more,
Then what space would be for?

I miss the white sands,
I miss the golden lands.
I miss the vivid colors,
I miss the charming odors.

Time and space,
What a lovely phrase.
If our life is just a fade,
Then why have time and space?