Did Day Arrive?
Did the sun ever fade?
Was it left in the shade?
I always believed,
This should be the last parade.
Like a friend from a park,
Where we strolled after dark,
Our souls intertwined,
Like a flame to a spark.
Then one day it all fell,
From a tower, we dwell,
Broken glass on the ground,
Cut our feet, we could tell.
If innocence stayed,
Never lost, never frayed,
In a world so divine,
In the dreams that we made.
But the day came too soon,
Like a waning old tune,
The last sip burned my throat,
Under a pale, ghostly moon.
Then the dreams washed away,
Like the end of the day,
With the whispers of hope,
In the wind's gentle sway.
