Short, Soft and Sweet

Errant is the wind that blows,
And whisks away the winter snows,
Pushing by the clouds of gray,
Shortening up the darkening day.

These are the hours,
Short, soft and sweet.
Minutes and days,
When lovers meet.

This is the time,
Lost in life.
The germ of death,
The cut of the knife.

Sad it's passed, bluster and whip,
Pushing the sails of my life stealing ship,
Taking me onward 'till end of my day,
Withering in me, ever away.

What of this life,
Short, soft and sweet?
What can I savour,
When morning I greet?

What of my time,
Lost in my life?
Feeling this pain,
The cut of the knife?

Then it is done and day is at end,
Gathering darkness, souls to spend,
Pushed away are clouds of gray,
Into darkness, night from day.

This is my death,
Soft, short and sweet,
Dark night forever,
When shadows meet.

This was my time,
Lost in life,
Here I am death,
Cut with the knife.

Here I am dead,
Cut from my life.