Bleak Day
The world in which I cannot hold you close enough
Passes by like the misty wind in the wide gray sky,
Your shadow is a myth that rises with each breath
And leave my heart drawn closer to melancholy.
The promenade, this winter day, stretched me apart
With the shale of tweets, I hear the cold birds call,
Rise and fall, the grating waters rushes to my feet
Seeking out the answer I fear must befall.
All the ancient stones lay along the shoreline bare
And seagulls circling cry out with gaunt crack voices,
That ache in the ears and sang bewildered in the open air
Songs to crush the bleak day and light up sad faces.
I cannot get close enough to wipe away a single tear,
Or caress the careless crush I have known in weakness,
That has made a new world so beautiful to share
Joy and bliss in such passion of your kiss.
Fear rises with strength and roll out from my soul
Stretched along the promenade lifting the mist,
There is no burning left in retreat from that world
Let it fall from this bleak day into the abyss.
