no more

The faucet weeps without a sound
The bowl fills up, no more
The hour strikes the break of day
Yet time moves on, no more

The wind chime tolls for what was lost
The answer comes, no more
The waxen sun seeps into rooms
Where shadows fall, no more

The night’s wings fall on candles bright
The wicks will burn, no more
The taste of winter’s frost arrives
These roses bloom, no more

Into the jars once filled with youth
The years return, no more
The things our hands lose to the sea
Come back to us, no more.

Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s