When Those Days Come

I hope when those days come,
when the sun begins
its frantic dance across a darkening sky,
when clouds roll in,
and flowers bloom
without ever knowing why.
When wishing stars sift downwards
and settle down on drooping eyes
you will forget they've fallen.

But if this be my last wish, I wish
with all the stars I've wished upon
that when I'm gone you will not miss
the blackened holes I've left behind.
Instead you'll see the blinding light
of smiles twinkling in the sky
then laugh and dance with me tonight
before my last sunrise.

by Ben Paynter

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