She and Time

It's just time
And a little band of metal
That separates us.
But there's nothing
I can do.
We're sitting at a table
But that's not what's between us.
It's time and she walks
Across the back of his mind
She runs through his eyes
Into mine; that's not me.
She's the fairy on his shoulder
In his hand, in his heart
Her golden wings unfurl
Around his finger in the dark.
We're sitting at a table
But that's not what's between us.
--3.4.08