LONG BITTER HARVEST

Seconds to hours marks the time

That I would spend with you

To waste the day away

It falls in place

Alone I wandered into mists

Beside the shallow water

I played a game

A dream, a kiss…giving what you gave

Minutes to years and I’ve lost touch

The silent carry on

Through these hollow days

I can’t break away

Once

Another time, another place

The tightening closeness draws in

Suffocates…the funeral smile…

Like the game, only older

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1998, all rights reserved