I know you weren't ready, but it was time for you to go.

Days turned into nights and you tried to make time stand still.

Too many places to go and too many things to see.

Too many regrets to make amends.

Not enough hours or days or years.

You made your choices

You loved the wrong way

And chose the wrong friends.

They destroyed your soul

And dignity wasn't a choice

Because you let that slip away.

We found our way back, but it was too late.

I tried hard and so did you

We had a chance to make things right

But as hard as we tried

It was a useless battle

I knew that then

and as I sit here and write

I look back and ask

why I wasn't enough

and why did the love I felt

Never quite reach you and make you aware

That there's never enough time for

Too many places and too many things to see

They were always right there in front of you

And it was me.

The time between dream and before the morning light

I treasure the night.

When the mourning dove calls to her mate

And the moon enters the sky

The sounds of the night

bring my senses to life.

With the suns' fading rays

filling my world with the colors of gold

I can feel the passion begin to unfold.

The stillness is too exciting to be left alone.

My mind is awake and won't be still.

What could have been and what is to come

And where memories go

All twirl in my head like a dancer

Moving to the music I hear.

The moan of a faraway train carrying

What used to be to...

Another lonely cross to bear

To someone else listening

To the sounds of the night.

Taking the fear and replacing it with hope

I find complete comfort

With my time being alone.

Gone is the pain and the void of faith

I'm no longer afraid of

The sounds of the night...

My sister's eyes are as blue as the sky.

Some days they sparkle as if the sun is lighting them.

Today they seem as clouds have appeared.

Today her childhood is as clear

as a cloudless sky.

Today she doesn't remember that it is night not the day.

Tomorrow the glimmer may return

And she will smile

And will remember that time

Isn't sitting still.

My sister' eyes are the window

to her soul.

Always sky blue

Even through her tears.