The Passing

A part of me had just died on this day,
Along with hopes for shimmering ray,
She shall never see the coming days,
For the ship had never left this bay.

Tones of the Heart

I hope I would live to tell thousands of tales,
Let the nights be my comforting hours,
And that time could stand motionless still,
As I hold you closely deep within my thoughts,
Within those happiness that you had brought.