graves in the pale sunlit afternoon
fields speckled with flowers
lost loves flying on the soft breeze
shadows grow long
the tavern is dark and filled with the smoke of unrealized dreams
stale beer, stale lives, stale music from a machine
we were young once, with futures
now we pass the time away waiting for death
how could it all have happened so fast?
i remember summer days that lasted forever...
but now i'm here, waiting with the others in silence
no need to speak, we all know.
we could tell again the beautiful tales of yesterday, but what would be the point?
we all know, we've all heard, we all understand.
slatted light squeaks through and highlights the dust
the ring i gave is turning to rust
the most i can hope for is oblivion.