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