The fleeting day and life cries
Turn back, turn back!
And ever onward turns the wheel.
The sinking sun will not, this day,
And the words you should not have spoken echo.
Regret shades the night,
And heavy silence lies beneath the singing.
Do you keep it still in your grief
In hopes that tears will turn time around?
Look to the wild stars of the field.
They are the last
And they will not come again.
You missed the loveliness of the lilies;
But these sharp joyed moments
Are not yet lost.
Would you miss these too?
A fire of promise,
A fire of shame,
Chose on your turn.