Horizon Coming

These are the times when the sunlight is fragile the peace that we’ve known lies empty Flowers are crooked and bent from fatigue Love letters lost that you’ve sent me These are the days when winds of change blow Seasons with drama are filled Matters of mind and heart are inflated Melancholy is outward spilled These are the hours madness must move Backs sometimes broken by these Separate and big as iron bubbles bursting Each day drops a clown to his knees These are the moments that hang in the balance Suspended by forceps of pride These are the moments we hoped would not come but from which we could never hide These are the seconds unfolding to thirds As each life, through His eye is cast These are the times when the sunlight is fragile and we, like this time, cannot last.