Faint Traces

A nest in the trees
Wind blows and now all is gone
Just faint traces left

A lair in the sand
The water comes and draws back
Just faint traces left

There's a pile of stones
Time ticks and turns most to sand
Just faint traces left

There's a light in us
We breathe and live till it fades
Just faint traces left

5 P.M.

It's five p.m
If you don't mind the clock
Shadows claim back
Stretching far and bold
You let go of my hand
Now empty and self absorbed
Sometimes I don't feel quite
A part of this world of this life

If you know hurt
Then you know me
I disappear like salt
Through the millstream
On the green the harvest traces
On the jeans remains of hay
As well your eyes show some sign of us
But I can't quite grasp what's in your mind

Still five p.m
Breathing by the clock
Willows are bent
Waving by default
You've let go of my hand
Like many times before
Sometimes I don't feel quite
like I am here now

It grows so tiring
Dreaming while awake
The day flows too quietly
For my eyes to gaze
I seek you in the midst
Of fleeting pollen grains
Sometimes I can't help but frown
And don't quite feel like
A part of this world of this life