The radiance of light
Shining from the sky
Passing down thy judgement divine
Ever vigilant thee be on high

Gazing upon thy blissful soul
Thy Goddess dances thy ballot gold
Graceful movements thou limbs do sway
Casting moonlight of cleansing glow

Ever so brightly thy soul does burn
Brightly shining thy sins depart
Glowing still thy beating heart
For thou hast bared thy final part

How would it be to walk amongst the soft summer grass
tickling at our bare feet playfully?
To weave around the sprouting trees and hear the crunch of leaves
as the sun beams down its heat?
Your eyes would be lanterns,
guiding me when the dark cloak of night
envelopes us in a warm embrace;
your laugh echoed melodies of ringing bells
as we started our race across golden fields, under the sky,
to wink back at the specks of shiny pearl,
to lay underneath the windmill and hear the rush,
the blow of air through our dancing hair,
even the ticking clock not handing us a care.

But. . .would you stay in time to see the leaves change,
waltzing with melancholy droning across the front porch
where memories lay splattered in drops of rain
or in black-painted tears of pain
as the trees would give us one final wave
before shrivelling back into their flooded graves?
Why would it be so, or do I really want to know
why you would leave me frostbite in the snow,
waiting for the hail to overtake me,
for the sharp slap of reality to stake me.
the clouds hang low, sagging on their tears, as it all settles;
we are broke from the seasons, parted by this cold wall
that I want to take down brick by brick,
but my hands are numb, fog too thick.
It clouds the pathway in my mind where I recall
those beloved summer days I achingly long to return to,
for the sunshine and sparkling smiles of you;
but you broke the rules of the game, ran too far
to disappear in the dark out of sights from my heart,
and all that time I sat in solitude, in bitter waiting,
when I should’ve known our days were fading.

So, I really must ask, how it would it be to walk
once again with you upon soft summer grass?
If only we could make it last,
but I’m not longer stuck in the past.
How would it be, I am forever pondering,
if you didn’t run away so far, so fast?

And if only I had another chance,
I'd let you know about my plans.
From the tales of the sea so strong,
To the songs by the shore so long.
From the lives within breezes we kissed,
To the raindrops while catching we missed.
From jumping at each other in dark,
To embracing tightly at lightning spark.
I'd ask you to stay for my heart's core,
'Cause I need you more,
When I look at the door.

And if only I had you in my story,
I'd forget all my past glory.
From the days of being showy,
To the nights of being a forgotten memory.
From the days of popularity,
To the days of solidarity.
From the waiting till noon,
To the songs for the moon.
From the glances over the road,
To the enhances your smiles poured.

And if only I had the strength of the old,
I'd let my fading whispers be bold.
From your morning faces that lid,
To the days so evenly placid.
From the peeking beyond that window,
To me on confronting being hollow.
I'd tell you why I swam in you, but loved.
And why so hard I drowned

And if only I had you,
For one last time.
I'll make up for my mistake now,
And let again your heart shine.
I'd tell you the secret which lies,
Deep within the earthAnd beyond those skies.

*Composed by-*
StrangerRufah