Counting Days


I am near, dreams of dear.
I see your shadow,
A pass through the narrow.
I count the days,
Like I move in space.
The bloom lost its way,
I freeze near the hay.
Hope drops down my cheek,
Naming days every week.
I hold me tight,
For the ray of sight.
Moment of life; I see you fly.
Bed of bliss, I now lie.
Rhythm of skies; blues and whites,
The time is ever; counting miles,
I am near, dreams of dear.

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