The Course Of Time Poem by Alex Lane

And I feel I've nothing to say
Nothing is holding me back
The world has turned off its lights
The scenery welcomes the fade to black
Flowers close their petals
Our houses will settle
The smoke from the fires
Plumes up above the wires
Out of the chimneys
The beds of our childhood
Made from timbers of hardwood
That hold memories of
The winter freeze and such careless dreams
When the universe seemed full up
With play fights and holy love
And the hardest thing
Was wrestling in the leaves

Oh my sweet one
It's been years since those seasons came and went
But if only I could remind
Remind myself of the many roads I took to their ends
I would know it is fine
As youthful coins are made to be dispensed along the way
...
I hear the trees groan
The wind bends them gently gracefully
I wonder if you know
Of the tasks that took me through my history
Now we're all grown
I have learned the fact
That I had to do it alone
And now here we are
You resting in my arms
I know it in my bones

So much that
I had to
Do alone.