old steam

What keep me going I ask myself now,
what makes me break sleep anyhow?

Is it from faith in life after death,
my feet know that path too well so I left,
Is it celebration, parties, and laughter,
when nothing good remains the morning after,

I know not what keeps me steadfast on this trail,
many times I search my soul and in the end I fail,
But when life is for now and death is forever,
and time moves swiftly until we are severed ,
seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours,
like petals bidding sweet farewell to siblings on their flowers ,

Few things can bypass the wall of time and space,
what luck to find one looking upon your smiling face,
Can it be your smile has the power,
to turn a breathless minute to and hour,

But not all that transcends time can be nirvana,
like a gentle smile exchanged  inside a sauna,
for once peter returns she is off to never never land,
to fight his battles with pirates on the sun baked sands,
making sure the boy in the green tights is eating,
while in my world the demon sky is sleeting,
and so the spitefully frigid element decorates my wind-tossed  hair,
until time resumes,  the sun comes out, and once again your there.