Years Pass
Months Fly
Weeks Fade
Days drag on
Hours Limp
Minutes Slowly slip away
This is my calendar
This is my Life's true span
I can live eternities
Or I can live in painful seconds
The way they come,
The way they go...
No difference is made-
without my beacon
I am lost
You are my beacon
You are my host
No matter the cost
Or pages fallen from my calendar
You are my star
You draw my world