The clock ticks louder noweach second a pebbledropping into the well of time.I…
Then along comes my…
The mornings, days and nightswithout you herewill turn into weeks, months and years
I sat and cried,at the banks of the river, Where we had met, whereseeds of time…
The day was calmAnd my mind was clearThere wasn’t a sound or stirOr none that I could hear