Passing

Passing Days

Upon a cloudy sky my days have been spent
In grief and doubt,
And ever was she there
Even when she could not be seen
My thought strays ever toward her
Giving her hope
Praying to the gods I do not believe in to give her guidance
And hoping on to her clear horizons upon the future
She sails toward a sunrise,
While I sail towards a hurricane
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
And for the first time I feel I have lost something
And I feel as though I didnt try hard enough
Like a silk linen that falls to the floor by a careless grasp
A pain more unwholesome than a thousand lightning strikes pierces my heart and decays my mind
No blame do I have to give
And that is the way of things.
Things pass onto the waters of time
The good and the bad
And as the old expression is said
'All good things must come to an end'
Whether in the sweet perfume of a rose
Or the hard cold stone that sits in frozen mud.
Our my love will linger
And hers will pass onto another
Yet my love will not be discouraged, nor dishonored.
Upon her mind sits a regret that I wish I could heal,
But I cannot heal it, for I caused it
And never a pain did I wish give her
My pain will pass in time,
Only a matter of time.