The Cure

Days never like today Days without words to say Simply a brush of nature, a touch of cool wind Heard was life Colors survive Moments before and after… like a dream Loneliness felt unlonely A troubled mind felt easy Simply a lesser time for moments more Even the rain is light Arriving earlier as well is night Of moments only felt, never for time to recall Almost like a cure When only a self knows to be pure A part of a life lived… perhaps learned A return never will be the same For the world forever will change Moments choice less in times only… earned