20090615 - words

It is ultimately the way that things goes.
There is a begining
and then, an end.
What really matters
is the time in between.
No comprmise
no sarcasm
Just seconds, ticking away
in their eternal haste.

Doors that you wish would remain open
always find a way of closing
and words written in haste
leave a neverlasting aftertaste,
Thrown about, always such a waste.

Is it the begining of the end
or an end to a beginning?
Time will tell.
But time also tells tales
that have reasons and lessons of their own
and listen to the voice of noone.

Emotions in the flow
They never last
for once you go
they belong to the past.

There is no reason to hold on
there has never been
and never will be.
The hands of time
takes their toll.
and memories fade
and hearts that fonder
mumble and stumble
and fall humble and silent
for the nights last
and the cold comes.

there is no sleep
there is no rest
there is no peace
there is no feast
until the day
The tides recede
and the sun shine again.