6/17/2017

Time, the Thief

Haughty is the night which takes from me by dreams, wishes of a long, lost life when I was an errant queen.
Long are the days which dripping by the light, lend unto the ground, leaves that loose their flight.
Longer still my love which like a shadow sits, counting every empty hour that flies by like counterfeits.
Time is yet a thief who would steal away our love, whittling down my patience until you I'm deserving of.