She hums...her tale

By the window side, she hums
The incongruity of her tale..
Her thoughts swing like a pendulum,
From then to now, and from now to then..
Then, he was lanky, his voice swore of youth's fiery
Now, his grey peppered hair coarse to her touch...
Tempered age had not but tempered the warmth of his touch..
Then he had held her close to feel a unison of heartbeats...
Now, she could still feel the heartbeats from then..
His clasp then had been tight on her wrist..
Now, her mind was entwined in that clasp
Then and Now...
He was..

If I had two lives to live...

If I had two lives to live...
One would hold your hand...
And, the other would be a vagabond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would look for steady ground to land...
And, the other would know no bond...
If I had two lives to live..
One would be all dutiful, dry and kind
And the other would be wild with passion and none to mind
If I had two lives to live..
One would stay close to home..
One would travel the world and call it home.
If I had two lives to live..
I shall love you this life...and that...
But...I have one...