I'm not meant to be here
And my time is short
"Time is what you make it", he replied
So I sat
But only for a while.
And together we stayed
But only for a while.
He sung to me and I listened
As well as I could amongst my own melody
Of poetry swirling and swaying,
Beating down the door bellowing
"Hear Ye!" until I no longer
Could ignore.
But his songs were sweet
And all the merrier
Accompanied by poetry and the ascending night.
"Sometimes all you need is a little loneliness," he said
"To take off your mask and be,
And to not be,
Who they think
You are.
But only for a while."
"You say -
"I am not meant to be here"
But the heart cannot withstand
Too much loneliness.
And it is getting dark
Out here."
"Be gone," he commands
"For your bones will chill
And things creep
Where there is no light."
"Be gone,
But sure to return.
If only-
For
A while."