Let it shine
It darkens my memories where once there was light;
And its shadow disrupts me for perhaps I must fight.
And here to my left sits the lady of plains;
But her voice is quite pleasant as she speaks out my name.
But the hands on the face have always moved on;
And chance ebbs in silence and is soon to be gone.
And I’m counting the minutes in which I’ve delayed;
And why am I acting as if I’m afraid.
In the quiet of silence I’m drowning at sea;
And this is the moment of the last thing I’ll see.
It’s been thousands of life times this voice in the dark;
And I am its keeper as I sit here in park.