As time flys by so do I. There's a change of faces, and a lack of embraces. Water turns to wine, you're no longer mine. Days grow long, and love is gone. As time flys by.
This is the scene out the late night train from someplace to somewhere. Watching everything flash by as one's thoughts are still in that last moment, that was a life time ago, yet fresh as spring.
i haved lived through this one. it's incredible how you have captured it so thoroughly with so few words. "water turns to wine, you're no longer mine" as if the miracles weren't for me, water could be wine but i couldn't hold on to you....amazing piece. so succinct. thank you for sharing!
Indeed a bit on the somber side, but I detect a slight bit of hope in there as well. At least, that's what I saw when I read, "Water turns to wine". In the absence of those previously loved, it is like the healing of a wound... unpleasant, but necessary.
The reason I write is the reason I breathe,
because without it, I would die.
I grew up a long time ago.
I'm a little too metaphoric, if there is such a word.
I use to dream of running through Ter.. more..