Chasing Shadows

The many nights were a gift away The many moments to have gone along Of time beyond that of words to say Of my forgotten time to once belong If I am to remember... What will be my choice of words? Perhaps a choice won’t be better For my time isn’t meant to be heard One more night, if I shall see Will the swivel of time string me once more? A beholden time unusually free Or perhaps it only hides in a past meant to recall All but pales into hiding places Casting but shadows for a fortunate glimpse There is light where the dark chases Almost like a gift to only be made for dreams Beyond that of words I am to say I have a forgotten time I’m chasing along The many nights were my gift away Of the many moments I once belong