“as the years pass”

I had hoped you would awaken before the rise of Neptune’s eye
for it made seeing you in that light so much easier at that hour
some things are just as sensual as a blade of grass in the spring
and others shout out an unholy existence when we happen to arrive

there are not enough good days like that in my own brief lifetime
and then I can only hope that I can sway the dawn in my direction
so I can see you there against a crazed abstract Van Gogh sky
where pristine manners matter and take precedence over love

but certainly not in the blasphemy of taking on other overt duties
there are too many inconsistencies in those whispers of the night
to bring them full circle when that frozen ground begins to thaw
it is early but not so late to notice how we have aged one more day

and there is little we can do but accept our fate and dreaded slide
I still find it hard to understand just where it all had went unnoticed
without a trace nor the remnants of a carcass of a beautiful youth
where memory starts to fade to black and the credits begin to roll

© 2012 Amor Sabor