The Pain And Joy Of Fading Days

there was an hour, when we were both averse to part
for the tribulations of the months were running mad
echoes of hard times vindicating the view of our eyes
as dusk draws nearer and the weather of the day dies

what need we more? to live or to pass and rest in peace
apprehension of dreams trailing all we do, like the police
the failure of success to bring us everlasting happiness
from the day of my birth, I have longed for worthiness

to not succumb to the belief, that life is just a sad poem
and time's a ray of sunshine dancing in unjust rhythm
what need we more? the cooling rain or the warm sun
the heritage of our hearts is medication for the unborn

so there is nothing in this world that can make me wise
I just want to be unrecompensed, freedom from all lies
on my own in the middle of the night naming eternity
and not frightened by humanity's desires and insanity

what need we more? the flowing river or the green shrub
tomorrow is in our hands like the wings upon a cherub
until beauty illuminates in everything we can envision
we'll keep thinking the heart and spirit are in collision

there can be beauty without color, feel the calm breeze
there can be joy without notability see the lake in peace
what need we more? the day's balm or the night's moon
the pain and joy of fading days, a lifetime gone too soon