The days have passed

The days have passed won and lost,

In a gesture copied to whatever love takes,

And memories wait to be quietly rescued,

From a lifetime of irreconcilable urges.  

A worn vow parted from my heart,

And rolled into a tighter clasp,  

To bind my soul still against the dying light,

Bruised with fierce tears I cannot gasp.

Perfect deeds within the obituaries,

Are as grief flown away on wings to the future,

Parting from the past like crystallite meteors,

Caught our memories and sank the waning fear.

The days have passed your home at last,

But we will always have the happy hours,

And carry each other’s secret at all cost,

In the wind and shadow that passes.

And sailed towards the isles that wait for me,

In beauty sleep the days have passed,

And the night is fast approaching eternity,

To where new life will conquer, win and lost.