Come, love, we must journey home…
bid farewell to yesterday’s dead sun.
For storm clouds have gathered to slice the moon;
we must go before these arid sands of misfit time
ceases to flow.
I cannot add another hour love…
for seconds break not only the day,
but steals the ease from my spirit.
I have no more goose-like tears to feed the jester,
and because this is so love…we must part.
Walk close… let our footsteps fall as one,
leaving primrose stained impressions,
like un-framed wisps of art.
Come love… we’ll trace the moon back to the stars,
infecting minds with the scent of insanity
as the moment mourns the loss
of our departing silhouette.
Alas, we’ll return one day, at another time
and space beneath a blue moon’s dawning
We leave with no wounds or no regret love…
there’s no need to say good-bye.