Marauding time plans to steal you away.
One by one like sheep led astray,
Your memories will wander far from my mind
Unto the shadowy regions of my thought confined.
And the ache brought by each moonrise will cease
Until even in the vast emptiness I find peace
From the great departure that ruptured my heart.
And a new star may one day impart
Familiar dreams that I once held dear
As I am drawn to the rising frontier.
But once in awhile the skies may grow grey
And with old rain will come the return of a stray.
I’ll keep it close ‘till the skies revert blue.
A remembrance of all my days with you.