Verse 15: Days to the Last

Days to the Last

 

Shed skins of my youth turn white overnight.

Days when looking at the sky are truly blue.

Sunlight gave a sense of warmth so secure.

Clouds of rain hide sunlight rays so pure.

Droplets of erosion take my mind.

Memories of yesterday stolen.

Forgotten wilt in pages of history.

Simplify complexity of unknown departure.

Drift-wind comes to send a mighty chill.

Accept death freely is a welcome sigh.

Moment felt by angels to say no.

Heart withstands almost anything to testify.

Respire of my breath exhaust these words.

Time has beaten down my door lets in weather.

Waiting for her to say the word yes all these years.

What needed to let go of the past?

Sound of her voice beckons to say everything all at once.

Waiting now are my dying days to the last.