When I Have Fears Poem by M A Parry Eugene

When I have fears that the shadow may cease to be around,
In the simmer of higher senses and resplendant reasons profound;
When the smiles so sheen will lose the shine so fine,
Through the mirror of indifference-this poor heart will sure pine;
For a whisper sweet may be in the evening twilight,
That might again stir the soul to the long-lost fight;
Then it is high time I turned to the deity, for cold solace,
Painted for decades unchanged on the heart's unchained face;
Time changes all I know Sweet, and so does familiarity that lies,
But give me back the silent face, or still serene the voice of your eyes!