Golden Day

The golden day that you were here
Sits still within my restless mind;
The loss-of-time, the faraway,
The hope I can no longer find

The silver night was full of tears,
And sentences I could not say;
So many days that make up years,
But just one
Golden
Day

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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