Last Words

 

A dark sun shines down
on the ruins of my world,
dark hours to be endured
for dreams can't be held at bay.

Stark images appear in shadows,
and four walls echo her name.
The fire still burns, but tears have come
to wash the dark years away.

Along the distant horizon
dark clouds are amassing.
A storm will be here soon,
and the light will begin to fade,

but, for now, a dark sun shines
on the twilight of my world,
dark hours to be endured
when the lonely night comes to stay.

Unforgettable was her sweet voice,
her tender touch, her golden hair.
Unforgettable in every detail,
was that long-lost, long-ago day.

Stark images pass half-seen
as lightning strikes from the sky,
roaring like thunder, you whisper
the last words I ever heard you say,

"good bye."