Time

The moon is growing old

So we're farther than yesterday

I fear the heightened sun

Will bring light to our pace

Onto our faces we dare not seek

For longing will take us to withered leaves

When this summer glow was bitterly untold

And endless dreams rushed down the river stream

Without consent

Or telling footprints on the frozen band

I regret

Pooling unsalted smiles

Atop the line of good byes

Where our shadows began to split away

"I'll remember you" in the sparkling sun

But only when the night is young

Enough to keep me from carving hearts

Of hollow lovers peeled by carts

That can only ship so much careful herbs

To warn about the sun's returning burn