Remember when time was sufficient dimension
For all your revisions of heartfelt intention?
Remember when time sustained space for your song
About Love, about death, about right, about wrong?
Remember when time hid its measure from meaning
In harvests of hope and emotional gleaning?
Remember when presence made time halt its motion
For healing experiences of mutual devotion?
And, when you remember, time cannot be prison
Or devil that pits your desire against reason.
edited for error in the last line.