Daydrips

(Saturday 2nd April 2011, just before bedtime)

The days drip as wax burns
And fall, fall into the night
One by one, they shorten us
And counter what we have
We need to grow - yet we cannot
As slowly we die
As the Candle goes down
So do we .... to the ground

How can we build? And what to save?
When will we turn another page?
From me to you, the words so dear
But pain it comes from life so clear

How cruel, how wrong
We do not deserve
Yet try to fight, we cannot
And as days they burn and nights divide ....
What do we have left .... inside?