The day you see the sky and night in one, the day goes by.
The time you wake and sleep beneath the open sea of shine, the day goes by.
The waking moment of your life to when your soul rests from it's run, the day goes by.
The time you woke and walked to me, the day goes by.
The day you cried and died for me, the day goes by.
The time of a star burning bright in the black abyss, the day goes by.
The waking cry of infant pups, the day goes by.
The time you spoke of me, the day goes by.
It all goes by like a string slipping threw the fingers of Eternity.
Across and threw the thin grasp as you clutch at it.
Never to hold still as the day goes by.
Days go by.
Days of dazed dreams and dreary waiting touches.
A touch so warm to refresh the freezing skin.
A touch whose gentle silken feel can ease the heart.
A day that passes in pain and longing.
Days of time better spent gazing at the clouds,
Where nothing is wanted but to relax and cry.
Where sobs cannot sever what ails the broken heart.
Where the day seems to never want to end with the sun-crested sky.
The days go by.
The day you woke and it was over, words echoing in your mind, the day goes by.
The time the sky flared and flashed, so vibrant did it strobe, the day goes by.
The waking cry of a scared child climbing into their parents reach, the day goes by.
The time you sang out in horror and felt childish, the day goes by.
Days go by.
So do feelings,
So does time,
So does life.
It all goes by,
Slow or fast,
Just right or in the blink of an eye,
Just learn to let it go.
The time you wake and sleep beneath the open sea of shine, the day goes by.
The waking moment of your life to when your soul rests from it's run, the day goes by.
The time you woke and walked to me, the day goes by.
The day you cried and died for me, the day goes by.
The time of a star burning bright in the black abyss, the day goes by.
The waking cry of infant pups, the day goes by.
The time you spoke of me, the day goes by.
It all goes by like a string slipping threw the fingers of Eternity.
Across and threw the thin grasp as you clutch at it.
Never to hold still as the day goes by.
Days go by.
Days of dazed dreams and dreary waiting touches.
A touch so warm to refresh the freezing skin.
A touch whose gentle silken feel can ease the heart.
A day that passes in pain and longing.
Days of time better spent gazing at the clouds,
Where nothing is wanted but to relax and cry.
Where sobs cannot sever what ails the broken heart.
Where the day seems to never want to end with the sun-crested sky.
The days go by.
The day you woke and it was over, words echoing in your mind, the day goes by.
The time the sky flared and flashed, so vibrant did it strobe, the day goes by.
The waking cry of a scared child climbing into their parents reach, the day goes by.
The time you sang out in horror and felt childish, the day goes by.
Days go by.
So do feelings,
So does time,
So does life.
It all goes by,
Slow or fast,
Just right or in the blink of an eye,
Just learn to let it go.
-AleyDream
