Times

these were to be the times
of endless connections
long standing passion
night into day,
how long have I waited
too long, it seems
as each passing moment
fades and no longer remains.
the elixir is gone
candles are dark
petals have blown far away.
it is cold, here
fresh, blowing bubbles
dance
as the children leap in the green grass ahead,
laughter rises and skips across
the rising sun,
I am done...