The Times Between. Poem by Fay Slimm

Floating around us as friends or lovers
Are numerous moments, which only are seen
When, un-needed by other, each then can discover
The mystical meaning of 'Times Between'.

Unscheduled, invaluable hours cry a greeting
To us, otherwise missed, they insist we need
Time to grow without shadow, discreetly.
They make us aware that we too must feed
But in solitude - -; hearts given to growing
Have to own breezes between, known as spaced
Time, - - - for One only has heart's custody.
Then meaningful love will not be defaced.

Big trees spread better in specimen states.
Standing close, but best a little apart.
Precious space taken between times with mates
Will mean shadowless growth from the start.

True love never creates fettered-tight bonds
That in strangling itself makes terminal wounds.