Fallen From The Sun
Lamenting in the dark of your vignette
Was closer to a life than I could bear,
Expecting that in time you would forget
My promises and I were ever there.
The seasons change in other people’s lives,
Discarded leaves and fallen snows entwine;
But every earnest word we said survives
As winter reigns eternally in mine.
And if you think of us, perhaps you feel
A sorrow for the death of something pure;
Though I may walk in shadow to conceal
The light inside, my dreams of you endure.
I long to know if I still have your heart,
But either answer tears my soul apart.