The Days That Once Seemed New (To You)

The days that once seemed new are all going old In through timelessness of none existence Flowers from withering time cannot hold In following its ways into its trance Yesterdays growing to forever lost Never to be found where day of brightness is Like faraway flow of cloud drifting bliss Those on growing moments to autumn’s rust You are close like light in its lots of cast Holding to nothing but faraway thought Always more coming to follow new clouds Rainbows of today they won't never last For on to the haze their picture is caught In lonesome ways like the lost street crowds