Days Go By

Days go by like some sad slow river finding its mother sea

I sit here thinking about lost love, wondering if you'll ever find me

States and cities and empires and countries, I'm in them all, waiting

Toward the edge of night, I conjured your secret and holy memory

Reality is not enough for us, we need these trivial illusive dreams

Allow these fragile little seeds to grow roots and become mighty trees

Canaries in a cosmic coal mine only die because they can't breathe

Time brings the end (old age and certain death), yet, it is not your enemy

Immortality is for the Gods, why should we mortals want such idle things

Onward we go, on this great and lonely road, and the Truth is who we meet

Now, we finally know, that life's many distractions were sacred blessings