Time Enough to Wander

How beauty slows and remolds life.

Steadfast and always onward
no time to explore or dawdle
I rammed my way through life.

No slow flower smelling days
or pauses upon crooked lane.
I rammed my way through life.

Trying to beat the ticking clock,
I ran through wing-footed days,
always a step ahead of disaster.

Days and weeks flew swiftly,
not a moment of fun to be had,
always a step ahead of disaster.

One day I saw your beautiful face;
stumbled my feet, skipped my heart.
Now I've time enough to wander.

Hand and hand we stroll along,
flower sniffing, stone skipping.
Now I've time enough to wander.