As I watch the hour glass
release the falling sand,
I feel as though I see your love,
Slipping through my hands.

As I watch the tide erase
the castles from the shore,
I feel as though I’m losing
the dream I know I’ve had before.

As I watch the butterfly
pass my open window,
I feel as though today’s the day
you will let me go.

1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
(published in Voices,  Volume 1, NO. 3, Aug.1, 1994, page  5)
3 of my others beside it on same page were:
Forever Apart, Courtship, & Longing To Be There