ANOTHER DARK DAY

Upon our bed, I still lay, thinking sadly of when you went away,
And a tear drizzles from my eye as I start to pray,
I pray for the sweet voice of things you use to say,
Yet, as I stare out at the sky so gray, it looks only to be a darker day,
Many dark days have passed before me, since the day your death saw glory,
Now my love for you is but a set of untold stories,
It is but, in the paperbacks of stories left to burn, a set of pages left unturned,

That it’ll be another dark day, I have learned.

We met as strangers wandering and lounging,
Running into one another while pondering our surroundings,
Then becoming one from two like backward counting,
In my arms, I held you tightly, upon your lips, I kissed you slightly,
Now, with my thoughts weighing lightly, 
I do this only in the dreams I have of you daily and nightly,
In the dreams where your love hits me like a zapping beam,
Sending me to worlds of which I’m happy to dream,
But like a slow nightmare or a hurried dream,
You faded away, towards the white stairs, in a blurry gleam,

To be another dark day, to me it seems.

We were, at our love’s start, from the lights and sounds of two worlds,
Now, together or apart, my heart still pounds, “I love you, girl.”
It pumps only your name, for my blood-filled body has since been drained,
Forever, our love will remain as un-played games in my mind,
And with so much pain, my heart shall find shattered pieces of love you left behind,
The ones you left in the hands of irreversible time,

Of another dark day, the heavens show signs.

I ponder now of when the angels closed your ebony eyes forever,
And wonder how or when we can live in the heavenly skies together,
But only tomorrow knows if the gates of heaven will let me in,
The same way the angels blew you away after having set the wind,
And only tomorrow knows if I’ll ever forgive or forget their sin,
Their sin of forming a day so windy, it would blow your life away and eternally end thee,
Yet, what heaven did was simply send me,
A hint of all the angels’ past and present envy that so infinitely offends me,
With only tomorrow knowing if anything can mend thee,
For now, I still lay upon our bed so bleak,
As these dreary thoughts still stray in my head so weak,

Looking out towards another dark day, never 
have the angels wreaked a dread so meek.


© February 26, 2002, © July 1997 (Original Version)