Day By Day Then Night

Day by day then night, Voice left in somewhere's flight; All is gone for ever more, Nothing was for real or sure. Then it's past or going, Like the winter's glowing; With fires that once burned, Memories of no returned. With a shadow like a name, Burning burning passing flame; What will recognition know, When distant self must grow. Purpose proper on the road, What to time was bestowed; Every thought one achieves, Like the shallow broken leaves. Night by night then a day, Everything in a rustic play; What must go must be again, Or each creation is in vain. Meet up with the roads gone, All the sights seeds paragon; Flowering in thoughts new, Tomorrow's dawn fresh dew.