Some Days Bounce Like The Sun's Rays Poem by Brett White

Some days bounce like the Sun's rays through the clouds,
Others resemble the moon whom dark fog shrouds.
All that I know is the past is long dead,
So I seek greater joys in days ahead.
Love ought its source never forget or forsake,
I wonder do you think of me while awake?
Lying sleepless in nature's quiet repose,
Or of the past where Fate didn't oppose
My hand in yours, my head resting gently,
Oh so gently in sweet felicity.
It's not that tonight I wish to rewind,
Back to the days that my heart aches to find.
Days forever gone, falling like white sands,
Through my fingers and out of both hands.
It's just that I truly meant it when I told you,
With or without you I'll always love you.