The Minutes That Slip Through Your Fingers

The minutes that slip through your fingers
From the hours that make up the day
The moment you catch as it lingers
Before it slips away

Are these the best days of your lives
Those seconds we could not replace?
Were you sitting in heaven that moment,
Asleep in the infinite space?

The minutes that drift before dawn
As you lie awake in your bed
The hours that pass before slumber
As you try and empty your head

The days you’ve spent at the window
Chasing the clouds in their flight
The week that was lost to black canvas
When you tried to write with your sight

Are these the minutes that time reclaims
From the youth who stole it’s sweetness?
Did those moments even exist?
Or did we dream them in our eage’ness?

One night when we are alone together
I shall find the moment that lingers
And catch it in my waiting palm
The minutes that slip through your fingers.