They Slip Away

As weathered hands that clasp

Another one slips through the grasp with trembling

A clinching fist--they turn to sand 

That runs between your fingers

To see the sight of birds in flight

I could not clip the wing

With open palm they took alight

Gone from my view

      Lost . . .

In the blue of sky

Oh, that one would light upon my finger

But they slip away

They slip away

Love you cannot hold within your hand

Souls are not possessions

Wind-up toys with slaved affections

Love is born of freedom, not a brand

Open up the cage and let it go

Till you lose the strings you'll never know

You may be surprised at where it lands

Oh, that one would light upon my finger

But they slip away

They slip away

All good things will come to me in time

All good things will come to me easy that are mine

So I search the sky till one lights upon my finger