Faded Time

I am at the gate.
I have passed by like
A silent river.
I percolate,
I make murmurs
As I cut through the stones
By my wave.
Pour me a melancholic assurance
And throw away
The plastic happiness.
I am like air,
I am a relentless pursuit.
My music is
The soul's synchrony.
I follow your dark path,
Holding your hand with
All your mighty trust.
I picture the future,
Where the sun excuses itself
For an evening shade.
The merciful heat,
Lets us through a narrow shade
Of romance.
Life goes on through its faded time.