Days Like A River
Days they are not gold and diamonds, to hoard like a troll and count them.
Every day is precious while it lasts and later, sweet in memory.
Days they are a river ever flowing between now and now and now.
Who cares how wide the river is, how long, how fast the waters go?
It is not the wolf's way to count the years, and still
I wish, I wish there was some way to keep you where I will!
Cubling, I recall your smile, your laughter and your tears
Your simple little childish words, your nightmares and your fears
And how I held you in my arms to comfort you with love
And how you fell asleep at last and dreamed of tomorrow.
The winter it was hard that year and healer we had none
And so one day we woke to find that onward you had gone...
Gone to dreams and memories...
Gone to the Palace, across the chasms of time...
Gone, Now.
Cheipar.
It is not the how long of living that matters...