Sands of Time

In the twilight of the evening, as the sands of time fall clear
Rains upon a misted memory, obscure another year
The age upon my statue
The stain inside the soul
Be still the hands of time and wait, just let this half be whole


The starry night does gather full, beneath the pearly gate
Reflected in these weathered eyes, the hour growing late
The heart is woeful broken
The payment growing due
I’d bleed what’s left, this moment, if only to touch you


If only I could hold you close and bring your lips to mine
If only there could be a rose upon the withered vine
At night I drift my eyes to thee
I wake to scent your smile
If only I could touch you, here, if only for a while


The moon just play the heavens, quickly lighting, never there
Windblown dreams left rustling, when the will forgets to care
Youth begat tomorrow
Tomorrow’s gone to thee
What’s left this man, is heartache, for a love he knows can’t be


Night’s complete, the shadowed gloom, the empty chalice fills
The taste of hemlock looming in the not too distant hills
My words locked deep within me
And you will never know
With all that’s left inside this shell, my darling, I’d love you so
With all that’s ever been this man, my muse, I’d have loved you so

“Sands of Time” ©  John Anthony. All Rights Reserved.