The Days

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The days,
Passing days.

I see the steeple,
And trace to the spire.
And the sunset,
Deep in regret,
Phoenix in final fire.

And the time stops,
Rush hour traffic slows.
And my heart starts beating this dark,
Through old flesh,
And cold bones.

And I long to be carried on,
Just once be lifted strong,
Out of the loneliness,
And the emptiness,
Of the days.

The days,
Passing days.
The days, I remember.

I had your love once,
Seized my body whole.
And in our first dance,
I thought by chance,
God had matched my soul.

But time bought its traveling,
And its distance and solitude.
And in that traveling,
My self damaging,
I took my love far, far from you.

But now don't you still long,
To be carried on,
Once more I could lift you strong,
Out of the loneliness and the emptiness,
Of the days.

Passing days.
Passing days.
The days.

Now tell me,
Have we gone too far?
Or did we get too close?
You've father, I've no son,
But when we come, ghost.
I promise I'll meet you,
I'll meet you at the end of the days.

The days,
Passing days.

Won't you meet me at the end of the days?