Fog of Love

Through the rain of time and pain,
the troubles of our tragic dream,
play black upon the murky vein,
become absorbed and can't be seen.

Where beams of light break free and down,
I think of times I loved you more,
It's in these rays I tarry, bound,
to feel how I had felt before.

But with the light I know there waits,
the shadow of the final turn,
for all the times we cheated fate,
we damned our love to blackly burn.

The pinhole stars are fading low,
the fog of past will darken swept,
till nothing more of you will show,
than in my heart what I have kept.