How the hours change things. The night is so different from what is here now in this new day. Last night we were in love and today it seems to have evaporated away. What is real and what is not? Was last night love or illusion? Is love hiding or are we hiding love? JR
The sound of sunshine shouts,
Across my window sill;
A drum that echoes through,
A world that once was still.Gone with the morning;
Where did the feeling go?
What was here,
Is here no more;
Leaving only shadows
Of the night before.Two daytime strangers wake
A long way from the night.
We couldn’t make the journey
From the dark to the light.Gone with the morning;
What happens I do not know.
The bed is warm
Where we slept.
Sunshine came
And we were swept away,
Leaving us victims
Of the new day.What was here,
Is here no more.
We are shadows
Of the night before.
I wish I knew
Why love just fades
Away and dies;
Like stars that live by night
And tumble from the skies.
James Browning © 1975