The Book

 

The Book



Streets are headlight lit with rain

As the cars go passing by.

They woke me from my good night’s dream

So I watched the sunrise sky.



But first I need make very sure

Sleep wipes from these eyes

Because a clouded view makes

Hard to find the deceitful lies

.

The morning sky brings in dawn

Filtered light soft and diffused. 

Making promises to me this day

That all its strength be used



To help me walk in peace and love

So I’ll never more misuse,

Grace thats given me each day. 

I will never more abuse.



When I’m all alone at night,

I reminisce on how it’s been

Thinking that our times together

Were better way back when



When things are at their very best

I stumble but just then

A page turns over very slow

And another chapter ends.



This book is thick, with print so small,

It takes forever to get through. 

I read the pages one by one

But it still leaves no clue



No clue of what awaits for me

Today, tomorrow too,

Will I see another year?

And will I make it through?



This winding road I travel on

With all its bends and turns

Never lets me know for sure

What waits around the bend.



But I will press on patiently

I’m nearly at the end.

Where life and time and love converge

Forever in a blend,



It makes music on eternal strings

It is playing without end.

Together in perfect harmony

The music will ascend





The end is when in retrospect

I look back on way back when

Then take my last, and read no more

As the covers close to end.