What Days May Come

What days may come,
to keep us far apart.
What good is a dream,
when it breaks your heart?
Time moves along
always so very slow
and I wonder where our path
will go.
I don't know why
and can't begin to say
but I need your arms around me
at the closing of the day.
You have a hold on me,
like the full moon pulls
upon the tide.
I wait and keep looking
for the brighter side.
Yet every night I lay down alone
and realize
you're never coming home.
There's a crown of feathers
on the pillow where your
head used to lie.
I feel your arms around me
as the stars begin to rise.
But then I realize
it's only the ghost of your
good-bye.