You tell me not to mourn
The passing of the morn;
That brighter dawns
Of brighter morrows
Hover in the east,
That similar gilted sunshine
Still shall streak my life.
Oh, can't you see,
I cry for these moments
That slip from my hands
Like grains of sand,
The harder I try to hold on,
Not because I don't know
The shores still stretch on;
Not because I fear
There shall no more be light.
It's just that I know
The sunshine shall never again be the same-
You are wrong there-
It may be brighter
Or duskier,
But it can never ever be the same.
The cadences of our laughter,
The notes of our song,
Shall never be the very same;
No, the sunshine shall never
Be just this bright again.
And that's why I ache
As these moments march fast
To the twilit past-
Memories that fade like the hues of sunset.
That's why I wish,
Futile though it be,
To slow down their procession
To Eternal Nothingness;
Or better still, sprinkle on them stillness.
For, once gone, I know,
They are forever lost-
Irretrievably lost.
Irreplaceably lost.
Because the sunshine shall never
Be just this bright again.
