I’m late…too late. To see your glance
Within the crowd of gray striped vested trees,
And brown baggers and brief-casers.
Returning from six o’clock whistle blows.
Following your footsteps away, I stood…
And watch you disappeared within
Time’s immersing chaos – one second – Gone.
I’m late…too late. To hear your cries,
Within my misty night’s tears. Overcame
By synthetic choo choo’ings and cranky
Motorby’s…on slippery cement pavements
Glistened with night’s tears. I only
Heard silence, so I stood…
And heard your voice disappeared within
Time’s silent sorrows – one hour – Gone.
I’m late…too late. To see your smiles,
Within tomorrow’s promises. Unbroken,
Uttering vows, as you shall exist within
His world. Forever your smiles be
His, within the bands of promise…
As I Stood by…only to see your smiles
Disappear into his eyes, within
Time’s broken dreams… one day – Gone..
I’m late…too late. To feel your rhythm
Of new life manifest, through newborn
Eyes. Shared joy through your own,
A rejuvenation, He thus called Yours.
Only Your own. With infinite roads, Your
Love shall Begin…while I stood by:
Only to feel Yours, not Mine,
disappeared within Time’s
Imagined yearnings…one year – Gone.
I’m late…too late. To look at your love,
Through these years I’d been without:
On broken paths, my travels astrayed.
Regretting all lifetimes, on lonely
circles. Returning. Without you.
While I stood by:
Only to look at your smiles disappeared
Within Time’s lost moments,
One lifetime – gone.