
end time prophecies
call to mind the preciousness -
the gift of each day
end time prophecies
call to mind the preciousness -
the gift of each day
that time of the night
when the fierce howling wind stops
and the highway speaks
visiting hometown
some places remaining the same
people rarely do
home is a place and a time
here and now for those awake
all along the road
summer’s favorite color
sunflower yellow
last night was his last
no farewells nor last regrets
just here and then gone
poignant reminder
tomorrow may be too late
things not said or done