Days Gone By

The day seems long Long enough to earn it a weary lot Weary days like those days just before the trumpet Trumpet; not of an elephant, but of Zion Zion; where peace shall abound in fullness Fullness and profusion of Love alike Love; sounds familiar but distant Distant to me since I had none And I’ve had none since it left Left, just the way it had come Came crashing into my life like a misguided Rocket And leaving earnestly with the speed of a prodded missile I knew better Better than chasing slight shadows She’ll ne’er come back Not love, but the person that brought it to me