Our Time, Like A Fleeting Song

 

The moon leaves shadows across your eyes

As you stare up to the stars

This whole scene is like a painting

That I never got around to completing

 

Broken sky behind the clouds

Pieced together by a thousand fingers

Reaching from the forest below,

Dreams forgotten in the morning glow

As the days are lost in the evening snare

 

Seasons change, my dear child

But, the song remains the same

That fleeting melody across your lips

Will reside within your heart one day