In The Passing

Auburn hair over drooping eyes
    Says she doesn't know -
Doesn't understand
What moves a man
Like the driving winter's snow.

Half a smile, a teasing touch,
    That seems to lose the day.
Still can't relate
To one mistake
Ignored and cast astray.

Our minds are not the same
    Too much is not her thing;
That might I speak
Without repeat
Still silence there would ring.

It's like trying to explain the road
    And it's lack of compromise.
Or giving birds a simple choice
    Between water and the skies.
It's like trying to undo what's done,
    Or teach the blind to read.
And I can't translate the setting sun,
    Or the darkness that it leaves.

For me it's just an essence of what follows naturally;
Although I know that time betrays all moments - even these.

A long journey through the night, a book that never ends.
A child's prayer to be saved, and closeness more than friends.

The getting there has got to be as much as getting gave -
Or else man is nothing more than an instant to the grave.