i close my eyes

to falling leaves

and withering flowers

to drowning sunsets

and dying beauty

to rusting metals

and corroding walls

to abandoned houses

and ruined cities

but does it stop

oh does it stop

the leaves from falling

the flowers from withering

the sun from drowning

or the beauty from dying?

and the metals from rusting

the walls from corroding

the houses from fading

or the cities from crying?

does it stop the change

that keeps tugging at

my old ragged sleeve

urging me to open my eyes

oh to open my eyes

and witness the death

of 'today' to be buried

in the grave of 'tomorrow'

to know that in my chest

burns a waxen candle

that will somehow melt

to nothing one day

to accept the idea

of you leaving me

like a dream of love

i never had