by
Nela
Once there was the sunlight and my life was just a word,
Dancing lightly on willow leaves and trilling like a bird.
I conceived of his reality as salt on ocean breeze
As it shattered in the summer air and scattered o’er the seas.
Chorus
But now the clouds of coming storms gather in the sky,
And ocean breakers pull my feet, like the Reaper’s scythe.
Tis time! Tis Time! Tis Time, that I must say goodbye,
Once there were the shaded glens where ferns and ivy grew,
And on a foliage mattress soft I’d lie alone with you.
All the birches closed about to shelter us from sight
To witness in their wonder of our beauty and our plight,
Chorus
But now the clouds of coming storms gather in the sky,
And ocean breakers pull my feet, like the Reaper’s scythe.
Tis time! Tis Time! Tis Time, that I must say goodbye,
Once there was a Lapwing’s flight across a moon-drenched field,
Luring blindly as we sought the mysteries she revealed.
We followed her in secrecy when each tryst had been thieved,
Never doubting in our joy that double penance shrieved.
Chorus
But now the clouds of coming storms gather in the sky,
And ocean breakers pull my feet, like the Reaper’s scythe.
Tis time! Tis Time! Tis Time, that I must say goodbye,
