Later

The later of my yesterday Crept stealthy on its steadfast way. It heeded not the turn of Earth, Not winter or the spring’s rebirth. Paid no mind as clock chimes rang Listened not to the song I sang. I danced my dance to forever’s tune Under golden sun and cold blue moon. “Someday soon” I was wont to say, But later continued its steady way. I drifted along and thought to pretend The dance I danced would never end Now the music is over and later is here And someday soon has flown, it’s clear.