Golden Hour

Golden hour Just before the day turns into hazy clouds I've been waiting for this kind of blue How do we know we've had Enough time on this earth? Fading flowers It's just too much But we've been blooming worlds apart We're electrified by human touch How do we know we've had Enough time on this earth? Time to fall To write To grow a turn in silence And to hear you out Your terrors and your kindness And to part our ways With nothing on our shoulders In the here and now we count All of the hours All of the hours So do you find you have Enough time for yourself? Time to pause To run For keeping and forgetting Leaving chores undone For pushing and for letting All the thoughts go wild Second guessing And to save and count All of the hours Of the hours Of the hours Of the hours