There's
always less day than the list.
What is it turns time into
tyrant?
And time never waits it is true.
Life's end leaves dead hands filled with offal:
And all the deep loves of the
heart,
Will fill us and ache us then break us.
But there
must be greater than this.
One Day all the tears will be
silenced.
What's more, our great heartache will see
Our longings made whole beyond wonder.
I tried nine syllables in both but it felt wrong. Now, first lines, eight; second lines, nine.
The stress falls on 2, 5, 8 in every line.
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