There are moments in time
When the sun pauses, to bid farewell,
On perfect midsummer nights,
As cool hawthorn begs me to stay,
For just a while longer, and you.
Months and years will pass,
And all shall return to me;
Memories – pollen scented,
Of a time when the stars were clear,
But the future was not.
Lost then within me is a story,
That I alone will ever know,
Yet one that others shall unwillingly read,
For in my eyes,
You were the dream that almost was,
And whose life is slow to fade.
Dawn of Eternity 