The Times Between.

Floating around us as friends or lovers Are numerous moments, which only are seen When, un-needed by other, each then can discover The mystical meaning of 'Times Between'. Unscheduled, invaluable hours cry a greeting To us, otherwise missed, they insist we need Time to grow without shadow, discreetly. They make us aware that we too must feed But in solitude - -; hearts given to growing Have to own breezes between, known as spaced Time, - - - for One only has heart's custody. Then meaningful love will not be defaced. Big trees spread better in specimen states. Standing close, but best a little apart. Precious space taken between times with mates Will mean shadowless growth from the start. True love never creates fettered-tight bonds That in strangling itself makes terminal wounds.