CLOSER THAN YOUR BREATHING (© Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)

Another song for Gabriele, the companion of my heart during this uncertain walk through Time.
As Andrew Marvell wrote, over three hundred years ago:
‘But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near.'

Speaking of a dream, you make it seem
closer than your breathing.
But if you dream at all, you learn to fall,
and question how you see things.
Even so, you live as though
sunlight follows rain.

Many years ago time moved slowly,
and the days were longer.
Is it all in the mind? Now I find
that the wind and the waves seem stronger.
But from time to time your dream and mine
share a perfect dawn.

Nobody can say if there’s a better way
than the one that lies behind you.
Living on the charity of who you used to be
is how most mornings find you.
No matter where you go, or what you know,
you can’t call back the moon.

Does it matter in the end who your friends are,
when the nights grow colder?
If they try to understand, take your hand,
and lay your head upon their shoulder.
You and me seem to be
born to walk in time.