Our Song

There are songs,
Singing our life,
And there are some,
Even as we ambitiously try,
We cannot forget.

The song that was ours--
Its depth kissing our souls,
And cadence caressing,
Wingfully, fluteishly,
Finding us there.

We were sinking stars,
Happily tied to the song,
While the night ran out
Of its darkness,
We were awake,
Forgetting the rest.

Today is here, and bright,
Today is you without,
Even as I forget the rest,
Ours was a song,
I long to forget.