Then and Now


Nothing speaks like solitude, albeit at a cost.
Sitting here as morning comes reminds me what I've lost.
The daylight breaks, my senses ache with remnants of the past.
I grasp onto the fragments of the moments gone so fast.
The silver light and mourning doves transport me to my youth.
The sounds of chimes back in my prime do resonate in sooth.
And wistful I, in days gone by, soak in the rays from yore,
My soul up in the heavens and my feet stuck to the floor.

But newness comes in gusts, you see, and though my thoughts abound,
You bring my wandering thoughts to earth and plant me in the ground.
And still, I grow, but I remain sure-footed in the soil.
You bring my then back to my now, so I'm forever loyal.
With every touch, with every glance, you keep me in the light.
There's no one else I'd rather have to get me through the night.

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