I know you are tired of me.
That you will soon go away.
But I know you will never lose me.
Even when you spin your fears and doubts
Into gossemer webs to bring you comfort.
You feel now the burning of an indelible brand
on your skin forever.
Yet only you can see it.
Time will move on
flowing softly into old age.
Like your hair flowing on your skin.
Some day you will awaken
And the darkness remains in your room.
The roses and summer wine
will be faded.
And in your tired soul
you will feel me there
Where I have always been.
In the shadows of your life
waiting for you.