If I could change times arrows course,

I’d hastily retreat it many a face

To sail beyond your hearts remorse

In search of the pain each morn embraced.

But I can’t command the sand to rise

Not by want nor a wizards flare

To grant such wishes afore your eyes

Except within the dreams to which we share.   Yet in my heart I wish it so,

To break these chains to see you go.

 (HH)