No Time to Cry

They sat together by the darkening sky

He looked at her as the carriage pulled by

The wind it whispered

The day grew dim

He knew right then it was up to him

Don’t cry

Time goes by

She looked closely at his face and caught a spark

Lovers walked hand in hand across the city park

The music it talked

The day bore down

He had carried too long the thorny crown

Don’t cry

Time goes by

He took her hand gently and held it tight

Neon lights flickered into a midsummer night

The memory it lingered

And the day was reborn

The undertaker blew his frugal horn

Don’t cry

Time goes by

They both shared this treasured place in time

He tied her green shawl and drank her wine

The coldness cursed

That the day did not last

Her grey headstone now just an echo of the past

Don’t cry

Time goes by

No One Hears the Call

Sunlight dapples

Oak tree tops

Above the leaded roof

The sky screams

Infinity

Searching for the truth

Victorian tiles

Line the attic

Of Dylan’s distant vision

The rain cascades

Torrential

Reaching no decision

Radiators rumble

Shunning silence

With dim electric noise

The heating coughs

Creative

Humanity destroys

Window shutters

Cause shadows

Upon the study wall

The day’s stillness

Meanders

No-one hears the call