DAISY DAYS

And the days of the stars 

Eclipse in just a wink

Now the shadows of a new river 

Just flows around,

But its hard to stop and wonder

How quick those daisy days

Fled the green grass 

of our golden field.

Their aura still remains;

On a night like this

I hold the hands of silence

And trot along the soft dark streets,

Hoping on to a hopeless hope,

Like the journey in Midnight in Paris.

But when the wet mellow dew

Kisses the horizon hue,

A conviction cross my breast,

Our blazon radiant moon

Is no longer above our golden field.

But as the seasons are a changing,

A new stars will be in our galaxy,

And Regina's days will brighten

Our new daisy days.