MELODY
Daylight waning,
Shadows falling.
Moon is rising,
Night winds calling.
Time drifts by
On silken wings,
Far and low
A song it sings.
It sings of love
And letters sent,
It sings of loss
And years misspent.
It sings of birth
As life begins,
It mourns as death,
Our journey ends.
It sings the melody
Of our lives
And sometimes makes us
Wonder why
We didn’t, when we
Had the chance,
Change the notes,
The refrain perhaps.
The past is gone,
It can’t be changed;
Look forward now
With knowledge gained.
Listen close in the
Hushed, still night
To the song of time
On its endless flight.
