Under The Eaves

Under the eaves as the night grew darker,
we talked on and on without the thought to stop.
Under the eaves as people dropped off in fatigue,
We knew nothing of it, all else forgotten in each others' voice.

Beneath the shadows as the ghosts of the dark emerged,
The conversation tumbled to thoughts of old.
Murky as they had been, long before we even existed,
the time passed by, work sidestepped; nothing else mattered.

Revelations were made, conclusions were drawn.
Nothing was anything we hadn't spoken about before.
But it was all to meaningful and natural to be disregarded.
And so we talked on, oblivious of the shadows growing around us, that otherwise
Could certainly not have been ignored.

Time flies, they say and those who do are wise men.
They are people madly in love and realize that a few hours can seem like an age
And months on end can seem like days.

Because time somehow forgot to take it with us when we were together this night.
Time stopped; it never knew of the two engrossed with each other.
With eyes for none other and with ears for nothing else.
Time seemed to have taken a nap last night, when we were together.

Under the eaves, as the sun came up, smiling and yawning at the same time,
When time realised that he'd gone about his ways a little too carefree and delusional.
When I heard you hum and sing something beautiful and as my heart melted,
I realised I had found the love of my life and I'd never let go.
The sun would come down again and every time it did,
With us on it, the ship would have again sailed.