With the flipping of
The tide
I realize my life
Is
Passing bye.

With the wilting of
The rose
Out there is
The end of the road.

In the night
I had longed
For the light
And
In the morning
I had longed
For
The night.

When together I wished
To
Be alone
And
When alone
Haunted every moment
In isolation's
Prison
I searched every soul
For
You.

"Smell the roses"

I added up
Every fault
From the past.
I dwelled
In all fears
For the future.

Gratitude for the
Present
Was
Beyond my grasp.

And here I am
At
The  turning of the tides
The wilting rose
The end of the road.