Taking a slow walk

Time is willfully crawling these days;He walks with slow and heavy feet.He comes with unforeseen delayskeeping you hidden away from me. Time hides you from my hungry hands.He plants you in folds of distant dates.He slows the shifting of the sands-A single day becomes a year. Now nights are dark and lonely here.Day lingers lengthy on my shores.Wish to hold you to me, my dear,But Time saunters at his own pace Time should rush, I wish- no pray!My arms are empty of your flesh,My eyes cannot you face survey.Yet my heart still feels your love.