There Might Come A Time... Poem by chantelle ribeiro

We spend time
getting close to those
who intrigue us
who inspire
or move us
spiritually
And here I am
only me
guided by my inner voice
I make time
I look forward to every moment
rare and priceless to see you smile
To hang onto your every word
You ignite my inner spirit
with your light
with your sorrow
And still,
when it comes time to choose
I lose...
I am the stranger looking in
The dark mysterious presence
that haunts your dreams
What hurts is what you do not say
There might even come a day
When I turn around
and forever will walk away