Have been

It would be in my world
many would say, how many would dream
but are caught in an hourglass
number of days with fear

for I would find during this
the enemy is a foretold friend
I can and I want to be a companion
and condemned anymore

friend and foe ... how many
have been, how many are left
and unconsciously flowing moments
gone red in the face.

O! How long is your call
and the light pale that accompanies you!
As if the pool would be swallowed
clouds and all ... and the moon flashing

sporadically up, where were you?
Where were you at? What do you want?
In what do you believe? Why did you leave
and come back now?