THE HOURS

Recall that silver, starless moon

Where happiness was only but a dream

A nightingale has stifled its soft croon

As listless fog embraced tears, warm as steam

Years since that night had lingered by

Your memory’s still mourning in my heart

Weren’t meant to be together, you and I

I yearn to play yet one more painful part

Longing to embrace you, hold you near

To mend mistakes and blundering for more

Call up on hope, and see it disappear

I hear old age creep up against my door

A ghost of you I’ll lock up in my sheath,

And you’ll become my last, extinguished breath