this time a friend

all the dust - that's behind us
in things that life pretends
is rising one more time...just to teach us
no not ghosts to haunt us
perhaps divine intent
but we're not survivors because we give in
to anything that betrays us
in flower or sin
or broken hearts we've begun to mend
erred attempts though behind us
can ride the wind
until abated or crushed in their ends
but if our patience has proved love's undoing
then leave me a friend

If the years that divide us
provide an ill tense
shake my hand for the time we have spent
we'll be more than lovers
when our prices bend
when current mood is our heart's defense
but until then -call me a friend
yes I'm a friend

i believe what I asked for in prayer
was more than a friend
but if fate seems the wiser
then by all means
i'll make amends
this time a friend

if the fires inside us are fleeting
and not so intense
or pass in the end
then I`ll wait for the next living spark
and just wait here
this time a friend

if the fires inside us are fading
and only intense
till each moment ends
i'll attend this one its duration
as simply a friend
this time a friend
this time a friend
this time a friend