Tomorrows gone and moments lost
my foolishness paid such dear cost
and cold your heart beats ‘neath the frost,
neglected and forlorn.
And helpless still I stand and wait
through love, obsession, anger, hate
the path you walk that leaves my gate
feet ragged, red and torn.
These hearts they beat, betray with ease
the soul and mind and flesh to please
yet easy tossed upon the breeze
and dressed in black they mourn.
The back and forth, the give and take
the fire, desire, the longing ache
such foolish ways, the paths we take
until, at last, a dawn.