The metronome
Of rain on the rooftop
Velvet draped across the floor...mmmm
Was a time when we measured
But never up to our fathers
The sorrow cuts
And as I stare at the blade
You've reached the dark we fear
Locked
Stitches in time
Nothing can break apart our seams
You were humble and kind
Pondering times
As I sit in a shrine
Never meant to be
Rebuilding a passion that never saw a highway
How many more miles would you bare my friend?
Like a jab to the throat
Surrealism silenced the voice
But what is left to say?
And all I can think is thank you for your time
As I reflect with pain
Locked
Stitches in time
Nothing can break apart our seams
You were humble and kind
Pondering times
As I sit in a shrine
Never meant to be
Spiraling the hourglass...
You have loved
You have seen
Through the darkest nights that steal your dreams
You have gone
Slipped away
Only time will help to ease the pain
Spiraling the hourglass...