Call Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

It's just too hard to wait around for you,
To call; I see the leaves oh slowly grow,
Then fall, hear larks but mourning, humming woe:
For bidding their beloveds a fair adieu;
So winter came to freeze such saddened view,
And stop those tears that'd every right to flow:
Because this life comes always with a blow:
That strikes us down, or haply life renew!
I then did know it got but way too late:
Oh when I saw the clock hung by the wall
Not moving yet, I felt 'twas time alright:
To just let go and no mirage await;
But when at last I was about to fall:
I heard you call, 'Look not into the light! '