There Was a Time

There was a time where I's nowhere going,
With all so much and day like the night;
Feeling in heart that were still and just growing,
I thought I did have something of its flight.
With a morning that outwears and comes fresh,
When pauses of breath are waiting the reach;
And all that's harvesting becomes more less,
For all that is inside you never can teach.
The night is for lovers to explore and live,
When day returns normal with salt on breast;
You search in your soul and know what to give,
For else all your loving is worth the least.
Day returns too soon from having repose,
All things must go by that's how it all goes.