When A Feeling Is Ended

When a feeling is ended sometime With its many worries of love When each our touch is in true prime Like the blue of the faraway above When our world is like scattered Through the sprinklings of love dust And our well beings are battered In the tinctures of its old rust Then our love is forever broken In its uneasy flying of the hours Lost in words that were never spoken Like the seeds of withered flowers Just remembrance of what is gone On to the softly worth of living And there to go forever still on In its nothing of life truly giving When you must live with aggravation Trying to win back the lost of all Every moment looking in desperation For the love that’s been uneasy thrall When a feeling is not to be found In the minutes that still are going And all the memories come here around In its one times of yesterday showing