There Are Hours

There are hours for the deep
In their one by one glow
Summer flowers we cannot keep
As the hour in moments grow
Dreams that are in other ways
Like yesterdays in hold
In coming moment’s interplays
From the claw of cold

There are days in deep dark
Never to lighten strong
Feelings in their onset spark
Some we still do long
Wings of broken heart waves
In all we cannot reach
Hours gone in aging craves
As their color bleach

Those are years of gone by
Deep growing asunder
To open blue and empty sky
Echoes of a lost thunder
Dreams dead in deep between
All their conduct lost
Some are never to be seen
In their itinerant dust