Cynthia Alexander Comet's Tail
Days go by like fire burning in your hand
A map of destinations written on your skin
Days go by like rivers flowing from your eyes
A face beneath the water ripples in the sky
Days go by like flowers in a stormy bloom
Comet's tail a flying
I find me finding you finding me finding
You finding me finding you finding me
Days go by like love poetry forgotten
A pendulum of shadows on the moon
Days go by like dreams and swirling clouds on planets
Comet's tail a flying
I find you finding me finding you finding me finding
You finding me finding you
Comet's tail icicle fire
Comet's tail dripping silent
Where when there then til it's Time
If so why how
Is it Time?
Herenow we are here
It is Time to be Going
Dust to dust against the dark
