The Days

The days, passing days

I see the steeple and trace to the spire

And the sunset

Deepening red

Phoenix and the firefly

And the time stops

Rush hour traffic slows

And my heart starts beating this dark

Through old flesh and cold bones

And I long to be carried on

Just once to be lifted strong

Out of the loneliness and the emptiness

Of the days

Days, passing days

The days I remember

I had your love once

Seized my body whole

And our first dance

Well, I thought by chance

God had matched my soul

But time bought its traveling

This distance and solitude

And in that traveling, myself damaging

I took my love far, far from you

But don't you still long to be carried on?

Once more I could lift you strong

Out of the loneliness and the emptiness

Of the days

Passing days

Passing days

Days

Now tell me

Have we gone too far or did we get too close?

Forgive me, Father, I've no son, here come, ghost

I promise I'll meet you

I'll meet you at the end of the days

The days, passing days

Won't you meet me at the end of the days?