Volumes

by

Thomas Granger

Tomorrow's gone already, the next day's almost there
Taken, much as yesterday, not into anywhere
Lost like here or never, sometime keeps its own appeal
Waiting for the next time when there's something left to feel

Haven't held the promise that having needs to hold
Left the heart for leaving losing feelings that grow old
Looking for the answers that lay hidden where they land
Trapped within the pages are the words to understand

Ripped from the caresses, growing tiered about the flame
Burning from the very start the fire is much to blame
Remaining only ashes where there once existed youth
It doesn't matter anyway, it was right to know the truth

Forever time will plunder into volumes of deceit
Brought back to remember the reward of incomplete
Whenever there is sunshine there always be some more
Clouds that keep on raining rain through tears that seem to pour

As sunlight meets the water, hear a teardrop hit the sky
and wonder of the prospects being reason not to cry
but rejoice in the memory that single droplet made
Sending it forever into where the sunshine stayed

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