Without

Where is the night without the moon?
A day without a noon?
Words with no commune?
July before the month of June?

Or a day I see you face to face?
Watching, waiting, slowly paced.
Trapped inside your charming grace.
What is a tongue without itís taste?

Will our lives be one or two?
In all I do I long for you.
Look at the future, what do you see?
Is there a place for you with me?

Who is a man without a dream?
Where is a king without his queen?
What is pure without being clean?
When will hope be real and seen?

When will the beggar start to act?
To find the things in life they lack.
To break the silence, not turning back.
When is the time I start to act?

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan