Whispers

Is it time that curses me,
who knows the answers ,
how can all the questions become painful stowaways in ones heart ,
to make yourself a mark apon this earth is a dream,
to make a mark on to ones heart is a fantasy
ask what may of this soul
and become joined in the wilderness of dismay ,
as you too will not truely understand,
live for everything you can
and become the one you need to be,
for this life be few days apart from immortal regrets,
distance yourself from love if you are not so brave ,
so fast does time swallow dreams,
If you are offered true love ,
with all you can take what is there for you ,
become one whos heart and soul is touched by angels,
for there are so many that have gone through their lives without,
and watching onto thee as to become support for the pain
one will feel when the distances grow again ,
All the promises in you cannot let life go where
you can be together with the one you love,
If you think you may have enough time
and the chances for another day ,
remember the stolen words when the sunrise fails at dawn,
spare thoughts, sit and watch the day, passion your dreams
they may be all you have,
they will but comfort you on nights spare
almost like a friend
they stay and never let you down,
be they all one can bear,
smoke seen, candles glow dim,
not all can sustain,flames head for the stars
left unto those tempting times fade,
to awaken defeated,
greater will be dispair
when you have no more dreams of the true loves
once kissed away in fear