These Days Go By

the sand the seashell's blanket warm the honeybee's hive, it's anti-swarm another day without you here as unnatural as a sweetened tear the cedar at thewoodland ledge sentinel of God's forest pledge against your love, I stand tall an officer of none more worthy gall a crossing ship on feathered rote the sea its winter grey field coat embrace me, hold me in your arms in dreams escape my hidden charms the war on this deep chasm lost in black abyss I'm hopeless tossed dont take me to the edge of hate but lead me to the promised gate where, a walk will, by this light do good (no better though than running should) in moonlight, when everyone's alone then you'll know how it feels when I'm on my own. I think of you, presently in memory the future, and what I'd like to be the past, a feral hunger's eaten me no worse than what I want to see that, in love, just cannot wait my love will never abate and only fortune, and its death will cease my living, rugged breath.