Time Runs Me By

Time runs me by like sea-bourne winds;

I grieve I cannot stay

The moon that slims against the night,

Quicksilver days of May;

The candle, gutted to its end,

That once stood, proud and tall;

The leaf that blows, the rose that spills

Her petals by the wall...

Love runs me by like sea-bourne winds -

Our hours turn and go

As swiftly as the April sun

Devours the spindrift snow.

Would that my lips might hold your kiss

As like thy whispered name;

Would that the passing wind of time

Might spare our candle flame

For mine, the heart that marks its span

By feathered moons that wane,

And, by one petal blown, is honed

To razored edge of pain...