she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep where the mist rises to greet the day and the wind whistles as the aspens sway three miles up a washboard road that climbs through fields where hay is sowed green rolling hills where leprechauns gather where life slows down and time don't matter i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet
some say, the sweetness of time
is to enjoy its passage
yet i want to harness this moment
and not let go
the past wants me back
the future won’t wait
but here and now is where it’s at
oh, how i will savor
the sweetness of time's passage
with my presence
