Until That Hour Chimed And The Final Day Was Over Poem by Daniel Richards

In the dark of the night, I hear you softly whisper my name
Echoes flow like a breeze through my forest of disease
Seprated by miles of time but yet your still feeling the same
Like a stream down a mountain side, the memories never fall still
Wishfull thinking o hearts oldest will,

One taste and your heart open with clap of thunder
One door step window sill any order,
We spent time and spoke kissed and was one another
Until that hour chimed and the final day was over