The Following...

Days have been cruel to you,

The nights have stolen from you,

Mornings blind you,

And in these mornings I see sight

In your eyes.

The evenings have lost their light and

shrouded you in darkness,

Dawn lurks too long in the shadows

Perched upon its timely haze,

Dusk is the ancient hour of witching

And it has bewitched you,

Time is running in slow circles

And we around it,

Time is leaving red herrings

And dry patches

You follow it,

And I follow you.