Done Too Soon

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


The darkest of thoughts, sad and hurting,
Come in the restlessness of the night;
No happy forevers, only happy for nows,
A haunting madness, of time out of sight.

Something that had no chance to die,
For it died before it could ever begin;
Searching and finding could never start,
Before it reached it's sudden end.


Dreams that were never meant to be,
Dreams that never should have been thought;
For such dreams are the whim of fate,
And the soul of fate as been bought.


All the things done too soon,
The end is loss, and loss is pain;
Masses of aching might have beens;
The priceless becomes the trinket plain.


The cost is high, the price is tears,
Done too soon, out of sight and mind;
It lives for a moment or a memory,
Things done too soon, and yet, I find...


As long as the sun rises and shines,
As long as the moonlight kisses my face,
There's hope that I'll not be done too soon,
That destiny will let me find the place...


Where even a moment will be my forever,
And I'll thank the stars for that chance,
Just to feel the love inside once more;
No matter the ending, let my heart dance...


And I'll not regret the course I took,
I'll harbor no ill if it's too soon done;
The time of my love might be but a flicker
But to feel it again, means I have won.