Some of those

Some of these days, I will not be around,

skulking around the day,nights will come to pass,

feeding the vines,that throttle in the deeps of my heart,

Some of these nights, I will not be around.

Staring up the blues,the days will come to pass,

Some of these flowers will adorn the blight,

Walkin up the stairs, some doors will let me pass,

Some among the fields would streak in rays of light.

Some of these days, the sun will come around,

Rising above the dead, the tears would come to dry,

Slipping in her gait, with a kiss and a sigh,

Some of those moments, she will one day be around.