Prelude

I did not catch the dying day’s last melting Nor heard its final sigh as it drifted into the deep blue It is now lost in the many folds of memory Partially stark and accurate, partially muffled in fog And the complete original gone forever I did not say goodbye If only time would hesitate The dew drops to hardened diamonds before the sun Time to hold on To feel the softest sand before it fades to cold black To hear the sparrows last song But the warm honey melted all away before I knew So I will greet the next And know that it too will melt The golden fall leaves are so beautiful But I love the green the best I will look long for the green And a new day awaits