The Days of Lovers Ways

long gone Are days of Lover's ways 

drowned shrieking silence of crashing Waves 

And gaze i will where once she laY 

the tear that falls crieS "come what may". 

that final sigh heard by oneself 

that Longing for what once i felt 

again i plea wIth my own soul 

to take thIs pain.. to make me whole. 

for begging seems the only choice 

my all is in these words, this Voice 

upon the alter of my own mind 

a prayer i offer to timeless timE.

take from me now this weak desire, 

these fleeting wishes of love conspired, 

I offer my self my soul my all, 

head bowed defeat, kNees kiss the floor.

how many cross this bridge alone 

how many write these sacred tomes 

it seems in Love there hides a truth

a blessing disguised curse misconstrue. 

so far we fall from mortal sense 

until we're left with no defence 

within Ourselves a battle rages

a glimpse of this found in these pages.

forever more are Victims made

memories flow where lovers played 

the faithful held close by their side 

in doing so new life denied.

so what is love if not a curse? 

the fleeting whisps of dust from Earth 

what happened to timeless romance?

like those celestial bodies that eternally dance.