There's Still Time Poem by Patti Masterman

A word, a touch- is all we have together
While our souls are searching a deeper tune:
Far above, bounding through the Ether
Towards a momentary blue moon.

Take my hand; and you're never alone,
For you inhabit all of my thoughts,
And though you may feel far from home,
For you, a great peace has been bought.

Purchased with beats, of a straggler's heart;
Maybe come lately, but there's still time
To get to know your fanciful art,
And your rhythm of living, entirely in rhyme.