Days die and disappear

Days die and disappear

Just like generations

So we’re in the moment

Having conversations

There is no end to far

Yet we’re so close we touch

Time moves on regardless

It’s both small and too much

Cornfields in a snowfall

Cornfields in a snowfall

White barns covered in snow

Brick homes standing alone

The sun is rising low

Where’s the comfort and joy

We meet to say goodbye

‘Tis the season again

Another year gone by

In need of compassion

In need of compassion
Held here at this checkmate
Wanting to start over
But finding it's too late

At rest on an incline
How has this come to be
Not reaching zenith or
Succumbed to gravity

Must I cross the ocean

Must I cross the ocean
To say I know the sea
Perhaps I must be stung
To understand the bee

In the briefest moment
I think I comprehend
What little do I know
Or answer in the end

So true an affection

So true an affection

That my eyes can’t conceal

My heart has been given

All shadows now are real

In the light from within

The privilege is all mine

In Life, my dance partner

Our fingers are entwined

There is no hidden world

There is no hidden world

Nothing outside this cage

No paradise, heaven

For all eternal age

Not made by a potter

We are not molded clay

No being gives us Life

And takes it all away

Again these images

Again these images

These relics from the past

How can I forget them

And the shadows they cast

Paintings that never blur

Third eye fixed in my mind

Like rocks in an hourglass

That cannot pass with time